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12 September 2007 @ 12:28 pm
The New Addiction [The OC; Ryan/Kirsten]  
TITLE: The New Addiction
CHAPTER 1: The New Bike
FANDOM: The OC
PAIRING: Ryan/Kirsten
SPOILERS: Through early season four
RATING: PG for now ;)
SUMMARY:


*****

From the moment Ryan Atwood came into her life, Kirsten Cohen felt an instantaneous attraction to him. It was something physical, something mental, something almost spiritual about the pull that she felt toward him, regardless of age. This intense knee-jerk reaction was mostly to blame for her insistence that he be removed from her home. Then, when he had been incarcerated, she had gone to visit him with Seth and had been taken aback yet again by how intensely her body, heart and mind reacted to his presence. And when he had so valiantly defended her honor, despite how cruel she had been to him, that had made the decision for Kirsten -- she needed him in her life.

To date, that had been the best decision she'd ever made -- letting Ryan in. Unfortunately, she came to the realization too late that once she let Ryan in, it was impossible to get him out. Slowly her attraction grew, over the course of four years. She sensed that Ryan could feel it too -- that he felt the same way -- but nothing was ever said about it. Nothing was ever addressed. They had only let themselves indulge in potent stares across candlelit dinner tables (while Sandy and Seth were otherwise occupied), or sporadic displays of affection -- hugs, chaste kisses on the cheek, and at times when they were alone... long holds.

For a time, Kirsten was confident that her attraction was finally on its way out -- not that Ryan had suddenly become unattractive in any way. But she and Sandy seemed to work things out after his stint as a nearly-evil corporate bigwig. Things had been good again and Kirsten was confident that she would get over whatever feelings she had for Ryan. Particularly when Marissa Cooper was killed. Kirsten had to force her feelings deep inside herself, and focus on being there for him. She forced herself to be maternal toward him in the hopes that would dampen the intensity of her feelings.

And for a time, it had worked. Until this afternoon. Until she heard a roaring engine out on the driveway and went to see what was going on. There she saw Ryan, clad in snug-fitting jeans and a white tee shirt that hugged his muscular form, straddling a shiny new Harley Davidson. And suddenly all that buried attraction bubbled to the surface, making her skin sizzle and sending a tingle straight to her core. Kirsten felt almost ashamed that she had to brace herself on the doorframe. "Ryan?"

Ryan turned over his shoulder and another tingle shot through her. He'd changed so much in the past several months -- whereas before graduation his face still held just a hint of boyish innocence... now it was all gone. A man was left in his wake. A man with close-cropped hair and chiseled features, and the same baby blue eyes that had speared her heart from moment one. Since he'd been back, he'd been making it increasingly hard for Kirsten to remember that she was wearing a ring on her left ring finger.

"Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin, and Kirsten wanted to charge at him and knock him to the ground. "Sorry if that was too loud."

"No, it's okay." Kirsten forced herself to get a look at the bike, rather than ogling him. The shine off the chrome almost hurt her eyes under the afternoon sun. "Wow. Um... what made you buy this?"

Ryan shrugged and flipped the kickstand down with a quick flick of his ankle. Kirsten tried not to notice how toned his thighs were as he continued to straddle the idling bike. "I dunno. It's gonna sound kind of stupid, but... I needed another way of getting out my frustration. Boxing's not working for me anymore."

Kirsten nodded absently, still studying the bike as she tried with every fiber of herself not to think of other (more pleasurable) ways he could take out his frustration... preferrably with her. "Huh." She also wished she could think of more intelligible things to say.

When she looked up and caught Ryan's smile, she knew he was reading her thoughts. He was able to do that way too easily. He chuckled and Kirsten felt herself blushing; she instantly damned herself -- when the hell did she ever blush?

"Wanna be the first to go for a ride?" he asked, and Kirsten swore his voice was heavily-laden with flirtation.

Her eyebrow arched. She wanted to be the only one to ride... so to speak. She really needed to get a grip. She twisted her wedding ring on her finger and glanced back into the house, half-surprised the sounds of the motorcycle hadn't woken Sandy from his nap on the couch. "Umm..."

"You don't have to if you're... uncomfortable with motorcycles," he assured her gently. "I'd never make you do anything you didn't want to do."

Kirsten again tried not to inwardly twist that into anything sexual as he continued to straddle that purring motorcycle, looking like sex on wheels. "I know," she returned just as gently. She thought maybe her hands were shaking as she took a few steps toward the bike.

Kirsten had never been a fan of motorcycles. When she was younger and more... elitist (waspy, as Seth liked to tease her), she turned up her nose at anyone that rode or owned a motorcycle. When they were dating, Jimmy had desperately wanted one and at the first mention of his want for a motorcycle, Kirsten would always roll her eyes and playfully threaten to dump him if he ever followed through on it.

Then she'd met Sandy and he had thought motorcycles were completely obnoxious. That may have been one of the few things they had in common early-on. And Seth never aspired to own anything in the vicinity of a motorcycle -- he could barely ride a bicycle. With Ryan, the motorcycle fit. And perhaps this was due to her maturity -- either that or it had just been awhile for her, but -- the motorcycle was suddenly a huge turn-on.

Actually... Ryan on the motorcycle was the turn-on. Kirsten figured if it had been anyone else, like Sandy, she would've just rolled her eyes again and teased him about a mid-life crisis. With Ryan it shot electricity down her spine, made her palms sweat like a nervous virgin on prom night. Perhaps she was the one having a mid-life crisis.

"Do you wear a helmet?" she heard herself asking, and she wished it didn't sound so maternal.

Ryan didn't really take it as such, luckily. They could play the mother-son team well in front of others, but when they were alone they were anything but. "I have a helmet, if that's what you're asking," he grinned, and grabbed it off the back of his bike, holding it out to her. "Here."

"Are you going to wear one?" She was standing directly beside the bike now, fingers absently traipsing across the black leather of the back seat.

"I only have one," he chuckled.

Kirsten took the helmet from him and looked down into it, her stomach suddenly somersaulting. Then, she set it down and said resolutely, "Well if you're not going to wear one, neither am I."

"Kirsten..."

"I trust you," she told him, swinging her leg over the bike to settle onto the back seat. Her hands touched his waist and she felt his muscles jump in response. She leaned around him slightly to smile at him. "You won't hurt me."

Ryan shook his head and reached back, attempting to stroke her leg reassuringly. "Never."

However, that touch quickly sent fire traveling from his hand through her jeans, making her tingle again. Kirsten sucked in a deep breath and slid her arms around his waist as he flicked the kickstand up again, and she murmured, "Let's go for a ride," in his ear, not even concerned that she was not only flirting with him openly, but heavily.

Ryan turned his head slightly toward her over his shoulder, a smirk curling his lips, and Kirsten was close enough to see the five o'clock shadow on his face. Fighting the urge to run her hands down his face, she kept her arms wrapped around his midsection, smiling when he stroked her hands. He revved the engine and Kirsten was almost shocked at the primal surge that shot through her. Suddenly with her arms wrapped around Ryan's toned body, her cheek against his right shoulder blade and the motorcycle vibrating beneath her, she felt all-powerful.

And as they took off down the driveway, Kirsten came to the realization that this was going to become very, very addictive.




TBC



{x-posted to rystenlove}
 
 
 
thekiller00thekiller00 on September 12th, 2007 11:59 pm (UTC)
That was a great start !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was a different but interesting way to take Ryan's reaction to Marissa's death. I can't wait to see what happens next !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
a.: BMc; i will make you forgetregalish on September 15th, 2007 05:15 am (UTC)
Re: That was a great start !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks much! :D
login_failedlogin_failed on September 13th, 2007 02:24 pm (UTC)
Rysten is very addictive.
I always saw Ryan as a motorcycle kind of guy. As for Kirsten's attraction, she said it best in season 1; she's not his mother. I love the POV you created for Kirsten here. And the character you displayed? Sometimes I think that Hailey and Kirsten aren't too different.
This is a lovely start, and I can't wait for what's next...
a.: R/K; i won't blow your cover;regalish on September 15th, 2007 05:17 am (UTC)
Re: Rysten is very addictive.
I ALWAYS ALWAYS thought Ryan seemed like a motorcycle guy too. But I always figured he never got one because he'd think it would drive Kirsten nuts.

Hehehe, but maybe not in the way he would've thought. This idea has been bubbling at the back of my mind for some time, so I was excited to finally get a jump-start on it. And in my opinion, Kirsten and Hailey are not that different. I've always seen Kirsten as being someone who was probably very naughty beneath the prim-and-proper surface. :D

Next part goes up in a few! And it's a definite R, so watch out ;)
(Anonymous) on September 21st, 2007 08:10 pm (UTC)
WOW!
well this fic is very addictive..im gonna read the next chap now!!!

LUV..
ELLa
a.: R/K; you've made me happierregalish on September 22nd, 2007 04:46 am (UTC)
Re: WOW!
Hehehe, thanks, Ella! I was hoping the whole 'Ryan-on-a-motorcycle' thing would hook ya :D