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18 August 2007 @ 12:24 am
The Second Time Around [The OC; Ryan/Kirsten]  
TITLE: The Second Time Around
CHAPTER 8
FANDOM: The OC
PAIRING: Ryan/Kirsten
SPOILERS: None; AU fic.
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY:


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Ryan was in love with her.

When it hit her, and the music swelled around them, she gently pulled away from his embrace, both hands on his shoulders, and just stared at him. "What?"

Ryan looked torn between embarrassment and elation, but before he could open his mouth to say anything, Julie had grabbed the microphone for an announcement that it was time to cut the cake. So Ryan released Kirsten and grasped her hand, squeezed it gently as he grinned over at her. "I'm not really a huge fan of cake."

Kirsten, taking the hint (and still feeling just a little floored by what he'd told her a moment ago), giggled and said, "Me neither."

"Should we go sompelace a little more quiet? So we can talk?"

She nodded slowly, and looked around for Sandy -- he was otherwise occupied, having been flanked by Taryn and Suzette and a couple other Newpsies. She then squeezed Ryan's hand and told him, "Meet me at the Range Rover."

They drove separately back to the Mermaid Hotel; Ryan beat her there and Kirsten couldn't help but tease him when she got out of her car, seeing him leaning against his own. "So I learned something new about you tonight."

"Yeah?" He grinned, reaching his hand out to her. "What's that?"

She placed her hand in his and teased, "You've got a lead foot."

He laughed. "Yeah, kinda. Sorry." He tugged her close. "Can't help it. I was anxious to talk to you."

Kirsten giggled right back. "Yeah, I'm sure that's what it was."

"So... you and Sandy?" His expression turned solemn, serious.

She nodded and allowed herself to step into him, allowed him to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her close while he sat against his car. Kirsten looped her arms over his shoulders. "I saw him with Rachel and just decided not to kid myself anymore."

"Were they actually kissing?"

Kirsten shrugged, then shook her head. "It didn't really matter. Just the fact that he was that close to kissing her, and the fact that you and I kissed pretty much said it all about where the marriage was headed. We're talking about divorce proceedings next week."

"I'm sorry."

Kirsten hugged him. "Not your fault."

"It is a little bit. I kissed you, after all." He hugged her back and dropped a kiss to the hollow of her shoulder.

"I would've stopped you if I didn't want you to kiss me. But I wanted you to."

She felt him tense, then, and straighten up slightly. She gently pushed him to arm's length. His gaze on her was intense. After a good minute or two, Kirsten had to force her eyes away for fear she'd spontaneously crumple onto the pavement.

She cleared her throat and chuckled nervously. "So! Uh..." She gestured toward the hotel balcony and upper-level rooms. "Would you care to take a tour of my humble abode?"

Ryan broke the intense stare and laughed. "Sure."

Kirsten led him up the stairs by the hand, grinning when he commented teasingly behind her, "Nice place you got here. Is it a three-bedroom?"

"Yes," she laughed, enjoying how quickly he could put her at ease. "With a jacuzzi and detached pool house."

"Lovely. Have your own pool boy?"

"Not yet." She crooked an eyebrow at him flirtatiously. "Interested in the job?"

Ryan whistled lowly. "Am I ever."

Kirsten's hands shook as she unlocked the door. Sure, he could set her at ease quickly... but just as quickly (if not quicker) he could make her entire body quake. "Here we go..." She swung the door open and tried to keep her voice steady, gesturing for him to go in ahead of her.

He did so with his hands in his pockets, his back to her as he examined her hotel room. "This place could use some vaulted ceilings," he teased.

"Everyplace could," she chuckled, turning away to lock the door again. "I dunno, I don't really mind this room. Like I've said before, I don't need a whole lot of space, so this is actually kind of cozy--" She turned and immediately gasped when Ryan was suddenly just inches away, his hands framing her face.

His eyes were hooded and intense, and he was both gentle and aggressive as he leaned in and captured her lips. Kirsten felt like her knees could've buckled from the force of his kiss (not to mention the G-force she experienced), and she was glad when he leaned against her and pinned her to the door.

His touch was gentle, unassuming, as his hands slid over her hips. Kirsten sighed into his mouth and curved her hand around the back of his neck, bringing him closer. His tongue timidly sought entrance to her mouth, and without hesitation she acquiesced. The kiss intensified then, became filled with hunger. His hands grasped her tighter and Kirsten just barely recognized her own voice as she moaned into his mouth. They broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes, sparks and fire bouncing back and forth between them. They both knew where this was headed.

Ryan searched her eyes, his own seeming to ask her if she was sure. His fingertips traced her face gently, almost whisper-soft, and Kirsten felt her bones melt at the look on his face. And again, the moment from the reception came back to her -- he was in love with her.

She pulled him in for another kiss and sucked in a deep breath through her nose, trying to force her stomach to stop its silly somersaulting. Was every time she kissed him going to make her feel as heady as the first time? Her hands floated up his chest, up the silk of his tie until she found the windsor knot. She yanked on it -- trying for gentle but when Ryan laughed against her lips she figured she tugged just a little too hard -- and finally had the knot undone. The swishing of silk was music to her ears as she pulled the tie out from under his shirt collar and tossed it aside. Next she undid his buttons as he removed his suit jacket.

When she spread the shirt apart, she moaned softly against his lips, feeling warm skin and taut muscle beneath her fingertips. Her fingers trailed down his breastbone to his abdomen, and at the feel of hard muscle she pulled away to take a look at him.

He was magnificent. Toned pecs and abs -- not too 'Mr. Universe' but not too slim by any means, either. He was lean, and buff. If Julie were here, she would've deemed him 'Grade A.' Kirsten was glad Julie wasn't there. Tonight, Ryan was all hers. She felt a surge of lust go through her at the thought. Ryan's chuckle brought her back down to earth.

"I sure hope you let me stare at you for this long."

She smirked then and pulled him in for another kiss. When she reached for his belt buckle, his hands stopped her. "Ah-ah-ah..." he chided jokingly, teasing her lips with feathery open-mouthed kisses. "I get a turn now."

Ryan kissed her cheek just at her cheekbone, under her eye, then moved lower, halfway between her cheekbone and her lips. He kissed her jawline, then just under her ear. Kirsten was already trembling against him in anticipation when his lips found the pulse point at her throat. When his tongue flicked across it, her knees buckled and Ryan banded an arm tight around her waist to keep her upright.

He kissed across her shoulders, fingertips tickling up her arms to the spaghetti straps of her dress. He took them between his thumb and forefinger, felt over the material as he smiled at her. Then he kissed her again, each of his fingers giving one quick flick, sending each strap off her shoulders. Then his hands were on her hips, thumbs making slow circles over her hip bones and stirring a dull ache at her core. Then he reached around, glided his hands slowly up her back until he reached the zipper. It dragged down with infinite, maddening slowness and Kirsten wanted to tell him to hurry up. That would have wrecked the mood, however. Besides, there was a big part of her that wanted this night to take forever.

When the zipper was completely undone, the dress started to fall away of its own volition, like a deep crimson rose petal slipping from around her body. She watched it hit the floor, a puddle of silk at her ankles, and she looked up at Ryan. His eyes were making the same slow, burning path over her body that hers had made over his. Kirsten tried not to squirm under his stare, and bit her lip softly. She'd never been good at this part -- at letting men look at her. All her life she'd felt like there was just one thing that kept her from being truly beautiful. Whether it was her lack of curves or her spindly legs, she wasn't sure.

Ryan's words completely blew all her self-esteem issues completely out of the water, however, as he dragged his eyes back up to hers, awe and wonder in his own as if he was staring at the Venus de Milo. "You're stunning," he murmured.

Kirsten let out her breath, heart practically bursting, and she threw her arms around him, holding him tight for a moment. "Nobody's ever said that to me before," she whispered, telling herself to get control of her emotions.

His arms slid around her momentarily before his hands went back to her hips. "Well it's true."

She kissed him, hard, hands framing his face while he squeezed her hips together. She bucked against him and a renewed fire went through her. Her hands went to his belt and this time he didn't stop her. She unlatched it carefully before grabbing one end and whipping it from his belt loops. Ryan laughed as his hips bucked toward her with the momentum. The belt was tossed aside as she pressed her lips to his neck and unbuttoned his pants. The zipper was the next to be undone and Kirsten's lips traveled over his chest, lower and lower still as she pushed his pants past his hips and reached for the waistband of his boxers.

Kirsten kissed around his navel and felt his hands on her shoulders as she pushed his boxers down. "Kirsten, really, you don't--"

And then her lips closed around him and she heard him cry out, head thrown back in pleasure. His fingers threaded through her hair as she slid her lips, tongue, and teeth around him... and his mouth opened and closed several times in succession, only able to form parts of words... none of which were very coherent, save for her name. One hand gripped her shoulder tightly and then relaxed, over and over again as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

Finally his hands framed her face and pulled her away. He was panting. "Kirsten..." He shook his head. "I won't last."

As he pulled her up, she grinned devilishly. "Would that be so bad?" she teased.

"Yes." He grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her in for a searing kiss, his lips bruising hers. After several moments, the kiss softened, and Ryan moved his lips to her ear, whispering, "I want tonight to last." He kissed just under her ear, nuzzled the skin with the tip of his nose and murmured, "I want to love you for hours."

Kirsten whimpered, knees weak from the very implication of this going on for hours upon hours. Ryan stepped out of his pants and boxers then and guided her to the bed, pulling back the covers and letting her climb in. He followed, and slithered close, kissing her as his hands roamed her body. His fingers inched across her sides, toward her back, following the line of her black lace strapless bra, and Kirsten knew what he wanted. She arched her back to give him access and silently appreciated how quickly he had her bra unhooked and off.

Ryan tossed it in the direction of the TV, and they both laughed as it landed over the antenna. He turned back to her with a smile, propped on one elbow, and leaned over her, his lips coming down upon hers. His hand traveled across her shoulders and her torso, cupping the soft mounds of flesh, brushing his thumbs over the tight peaks and Kirsten gasped, arching up into him. Then, she felt his fingers tracing down the center of her body, following the concave slope of her flat stomach, to her hips, where more black lace confined her.

He pulled away from the kiss to stare into her eyes, and Kirsten was certain she'd never experienced anything so intense. She only thought those love scenes occurred in million-dollar movies and drugstore romance novels. Never did she think she'd experience one in real life.

She lifted her hips and let him gently inch her underwear down, throwing the covers back so he could pull them all the way off. He tossed them in the same direction as her bra but they somehow ended up on the chair in the corner of the room, where his button-down shirt had landed. Kirsten giggled briefly before Ryan kissed her again... soft, sweet, passionate... erotic.

His lips went to her neck and she already knew what he was thinking. He kissed down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts, before he reached her belly. Kirsten parted her legs instinctively even though she voiced protest, much like he did. "Ryan, you don't--"

But then his lips had reached their destination and Kirsten's head fell back into the pillows, "Oh, God," as her hips writhed against him instinctively.

Ryan played her mercilessly, touching her in ways no one had really bothered to before. He nudged Kirsten to the edge time and time again, bringing her slowly down off the high before she could really topple over into bliss. Finally, when she could take no more, she gripped his hair and pulled him back up. Ryan grinned at her boyishly and lavished her belly with kisses, trailing his mouth up her body until he reached her lips.

"No turning back from here," he murmured, and though his tone was serious, his eyes held a playful glint as he pulled away to look at her.

Kirsten cupped the back of his neck in her hand and yanked him back down to her, their noses bumping. "Good," she replied, and kissed him again. "Just... go slow. It's been awhile."

"Of course." His kisses softened as his fingertips stroked down her side, gently grasping her thigh and drawing her leg around his waist. Then, slowly, he sank into her.

Kirsten gasped and cried out at the sensation, her entire body tingling, electrified. Ryan held completely still, sheathed within her, and peppered kisses along her neck. His hands slid along her arms, pinned them back against the pillows, and his fingers threaded through hers. He pulled away and searched her eyes; then, when she smiled, he smiled back and started a slow rhythm.

Kirsten sighed and moved her hips in tandem with his, her mouth seeking his out. They kissed softly at first; then, when Kirsten started to moan, Ryan sped up and deepened the kiss. With every thrust inside her, Kirsten's stomach somersaulted, and every time he pulled out she whimpered her disappointment. She'd never felt anything like it before. Her head lolled back into the pillows. "Oh God Ryan, you feel so good."

He moaned, lips against her neck. "So do you."

They moved together in perfect harmony, skin against skin, gauging each other's moans and sighs as they got closer and closer to that proverbial edge. Kirsten was close; and could tell Ryan was close by the way that his muscles tensed against her; by the beads of sweat breaking out across his brow. The mere thought made her moan, and she closed her eyes, her ears caressed with the sound of his whisper as he gathered her close.

"Jesus Kirsten, I love you so much."

That was all that it took for her. Color burst behind her closed eyes and her whole body went still, paralyzed by the force of the climax overtaking her. She heard loud cries of ecstasy, was surprised that they were her own. Ryan groaned against her and she felt him tense as well, his body shaking as he followed her over that edge. When the waves of pleasure, almost blinding in their intensity, finally subsided, they sank together against the mattress.

Ryan moved off of her, slightly to the side, and collapsed on his stomach, arm thrown around her waist. Kirsten sighed happily, lying on her back, and stroked across Ryan's arm while he kissed her brow. "Amazing," she breathed.

"Why thank you," Ryan grinned, and laughed when she socked him in the arm. "Ow!"

Kirsten giggled and scooted closer to him on her back, so their noses touched. Ryan threw a leg over both of hers and nuzzled her nose gently, pecking at her lips. She felt his smirk against her as he drawled, "Hope you don't plan on sleeping much tonight."

She leaned away and raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Oh really? Got something in mind?"

Ryan just grinned, and she giggled again; then, laughing, they ducked under the covers together.



TBC



{x-posted to rystenlove}
 
 
 
thekiller00thekiller00 on August 18th, 2007 06:07 am (UTC)
That was a great post !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can't wait to see everyone's reavtion to them being together !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
a.: moi; can i break the spellregalish on August 19th, 2007 10:46 pm (UTC)
Re: That was a great post !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you muchly! :)
pipetgirl2pipetgirl2 on August 18th, 2007 11:04 am (UTC)
Yay! Another update. I'm loving this story more and more. The passion between Ryan and Kristen is very tangible. The fact that his declaration of how much he loved her sent her over the edge shows how much she also cares for him.

Wow...you write smut very well...
a.: R/K; you get me;regalish on August 19th, 2007 10:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! Glad you're still enjoying this. There's nothing I love more than writing a fluffy/steamy Rysten scene :D hehehe.

More to come soon!
login_failedlogin_failed on August 18th, 2007 02:35 pm (UTC)
Oh so hot! This chapter brought back the memories of The Sleepless, with the passionate smutty goodness. This is just perfect, displaying the shiny newness of a relationship, as it evolves.
Additionally: Ryan's observation that Kirsten is stunning is true to character. Even though he can say things nonverbally, he knows just when to vocalize his feelings. Kirsten's reaction tells me that she too has fallen in love.
Lovin it, and waiting impatiently for what's next :)
a.: R/K; i'll never let this love fallregalish on August 19th, 2007 10:49 pm (UTC)
Heee! Thank you so much!! Glad you liked the steam :D That's my favorite kind of Rysten scene to write, hahaha.

Oh, The Sleepless. I WILL pick that story up again someday, yes indeed. LOL I'd better -- I've got the ending written; it's just a matter of getting there from where I left off.

And as usual, your insights = all kinds of awesome. You're right in that Ryan most often says things nonverbally, but when it comes to Kirsten, he knows the exact moment to let his feelings out in order to get through to her. One of the many many many many reasons I'll forever be in love with these two.

More soon! :D
Jessica28andoccrazy on August 23rd, 2007 03:23 am (UTC)
.........
I don't think there are words appropriate for how hot that chapter was...but let me see what I can come up with.....

awesome
blazing
fantastic
stellar
awesometastic
fantabulous

Okay, I realize that halfway through that I just started making up words, but I think you get the picture...

Anyhoo, this was really great hun. Very entertaining with the innocent flirting combined with the grown-up hotness, followed by undeniable sweetness. Im looking forward to reading on.....
a.: R/K; and i'll look after you;regalish on August 24th, 2007 02:23 pm (UTC)
Re: .........
Ahahahahah! What do you MEAN awesometastic and fantabulous aren't words??

*quickly scribbles them into the dictionary* THERE THEY ARE. SEE?!

Heeeee. Glad you liked this chapter. I got to write my oh-so-favorite-thing about Rysten -- all the hot hot sexXx. I love writing their innocent (but not-so-innocent) flirts, too, so I'm glad you liked those!

Hope you like the last few chapters! ;D