The O.C. Fic: The Beat That My Heart Skipped
There is precisely one person on my friend's list who could get me to write smut these days. So in honour of her actual birthday, elzed (as opposed to the one I randomly made up last week), I present Ryan/Taylor naughtiness.
Alas, I only wish I was better at it...
Title: The Beat That My Heart Skipped
Fandom: The O.C.
Rating / Genre: PG-13+ (A little more naughty than normal. But not nearly enough)/ Het
Words: 648
Spoilers: The whole series.
Disclaimer/ Schmoopy Dedication: The O.C. is property of Fox. This is for elzed, for always making me think.
Summary: ...You wouldn't believe how good I smell right now... And my skin is so soft. Like velveteen. Or Flapjacks.
~~~
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
Ryan's cell-phone was on its seventh ring as he scrambled out of the shower and along the hall of the Berkeley house, hoping he was leaving neither a watermark nor an amused Seth in his wake.
"Yeah-'lo?"
"Bonjour, monsieur. Je m'appelle Mademoiselle Taylor Tinkerbelle et je suis vos rêves sur un bâton."
"Taylor?" Ryan flip-flopped inside as he recognised the beautiful lilt of her long missed voice.
"Mais oui, mon ami."
"You do know I've forgotten almost all the French you ever taught me, right?"
"Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, mon petit chou-fleur, mon cher, mon tout. What am I going to do with you?"
"Did you just call me a vegetable?"
"Listen, so I've just got back to my room and found myself all alone in the apartment for the first time in well, ever, so… I thought I'd give you your birthday present."
"My birthday present? Taylor, it's Thanksgiving."
"Sure. I know, it's early, but I missed you, so surprise!"
"Okay. Just let me grab my pants. I'm meant to be downstairs helping Kirsten with the turkey."
"Actually, this would kind of work better if you don't."
"Help Kirsten?
"Wear pants. Or anything else."
"I'm sorry?"
"Well, you don't want me to be the only one not wearing any clothes, do you?"
"Taylor, are you naked?"
"Uh-huh… I just had a long bath. Rose petals, candles. Very romantic. Of course I had to imagine this time you were kissing my feet, but I have quite the imagination, so...."
Ryan sat down on the bed.
"...I'm lying across the chaise longue right now. You know that body butter you like? There's a tiny spot left on my belly. I'm rubbing it in. You wouldn't believe how good I smell right now... And my skin is so soft. Like velveteen. Or Flapjacks. But hotter. I am totally hot right now. Also? A little drunk. I love France."
"You're naked..." Ryan said, not knowing if he was stating a fact of asking a question. Like it mattered.
Taylor's voice chirruped down the line, "Of course."
"Ryan?"
"I'm here." He looked down at the rapid tenting of his towel. "Suddenly very here…. So... I'm here. And you're in France. And you're naked."
"And the door's unlocked. Isn't that cool? It's like doing it in public. Unlock yours."
"Taylor, your public is a gay economics major from Finland," Ryan's mood and other things dipping slightly as he stood up and crossed the room. "My public is my entire family including a two and a half year old who thinks my room is her room. I'm wedging the door shut as we speak."
"My, I can see I'm going to pull out all my tricks to relax you."
There was a moment of interference on the line and then Taylor squeaked.
"Taylor?"
"Sorry, I just perked right up down there. Did I tell you I got this awesome new vibrator? It make le lapin look like le pingouin."
"Mon Dieu..." Ryan said, giving up all pretence that he was going to join the rest of the family for dinner anytime soon.
"Ryan! You remembered some French!"
"Well, you know. I tried. I know it's important to you," Ryan said, turning on the charm. Truth be told, the image of Taylor screaming the phrase in ecstasy over and over as her bed shunted across the floor was the most effective language lesson he'd ever had.
"You're so sweet. Like I don't know why that's stuck in your mind, you big doof."
Ryan grinned. "Guilty as charged."
"Then I guess I'll just have to punish you then... I've got some time. How about you?"
"For you?" said, Ryan, dropping his towel to the floor and draping himself across his bed in an unconsciously perfect mirror of her pose thousands of miles away, "Taylor, I've got all the time in the world."
~~~
Alas, I only wish I was better at it...
Title: The Beat That My Heart Skipped
Fandom: The O.C.
Rating / Genre: PG-13+ (A little more naughty than normal. But not nearly enough)/ Het
Words: 648
Spoilers: The whole series.
Disclaimer/ Schmoopy Dedication: The O.C. is property of Fox. This is for elzed, for always making me think.
Summary: ...You wouldn't believe how good I smell right now... And my skin is so soft. Like velveteen. Or Flapjacks.
~~~
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
Ryan's cell-phone was on its seventh ring as he scrambled out of the shower and along the hall of the Berkeley house, hoping he was leaving neither a watermark nor an amused Seth in his wake.
"Yeah-'lo?"
"Bonjour, monsieur. Je m'appelle Mademoiselle Taylor Tinkerbelle et je suis vos rêves sur un bâton."
"Taylor?" Ryan flip-flopped inside as he recognised the beautiful lilt of her long missed voice.
"Mais oui, mon ami."
"You do know I've forgotten almost all the French you ever taught me, right?"
"Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, mon petit chou-fleur, mon cher, mon tout. What am I going to do with you?"
"Did you just call me a vegetable?"
"Listen, so I've just got back to my room and found myself all alone in the apartment for the first time in well, ever, so… I thought I'd give you your birthday present."
"My birthday present? Taylor, it's Thanksgiving."
"Sure. I know, it's early, but I missed you, so surprise!"
"Okay. Just let me grab my pants. I'm meant to be downstairs helping Kirsten with the turkey."
"Actually, this would kind of work better if you don't."
"Help Kirsten?
"Wear pants. Or anything else."
"I'm sorry?"
"Well, you don't want me to be the only one not wearing any clothes, do you?"
"Taylor, are you naked?"
"Uh-huh… I just had a long bath. Rose petals, candles. Very romantic. Of course I had to imagine this time you were kissing my feet, but I have quite the imagination, so...."
Ryan sat down on the bed.
"...I'm lying across the chaise longue right now. You know that body butter you like? There's a tiny spot left on my belly. I'm rubbing it in. You wouldn't believe how good I smell right now... And my skin is so soft. Like velveteen. Or Flapjacks. But hotter. I am totally hot right now. Also? A little drunk. I love France."
"You're naked..." Ryan said, not knowing if he was stating a fact of asking a question. Like it mattered.
Taylor's voice chirruped down the line, "Of course."
"Ryan?"
"I'm here." He looked down at the rapid tenting of his towel. "Suddenly very here…. So... I'm here. And you're in France. And you're naked."
"And the door's unlocked. Isn't that cool? It's like doing it in public. Unlock yours."
"Taylor, your public is a gay economics major from Finland," Ryan's mood and other things dipping slightly as he stood up and crossed the room. "My public is my entire family including a two and a half year old who thinks my room is her room. I'm wedging the door shut as we speak."
"My, I can see I'm going to pull out all my tricks to relax you."
There was a moment of interference on the line and then Taylor squeaked.
"Taylor?"
"Sorry, I just perked right up down there. Did I tell you I got this awesome new vibrator? It make le lapin look like le pingouin."
"Mon Dieu..." Ryan said, giving up all pretence that he was going to join the rest of the family for dinner anytime soon.
"Ryan! You remembered some French!"
"Well, you know. I tried. I know it's important to you," Ryan said, turning on the charm. Truth be told, the image of Taylor screaming the phrase in ecstasy over and over as her bed shunted across the floor was the most effective language lesson he'd ever had.
"You're so sweet. Like I don't know why that's stuck in your mind, you big doof."
Ryan grinned. "Guilty as charged."
"Then I guess I'll just have to punish you then... I've got some time. How about you?"
"For you?" said, Ryan, dropping his towel to the floor and draping himself across his bed in an unconsciously perfect mirror of her pose thousands of miles away, "Taylor, I've got all the time in the world."
~~~