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THE OC: Amid The Roses (Julie/Ryan)

anna_maria organized the second OC Flashficathon. I was assigned emjayrox, who requested Julie/Ryan smut.

Title: Amid The Roses
Author: voleuse
Fandom: The O.C.
Ship: Julie/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: They'll never be good enough.
Notes: Set in the future, sometime



They meet in a pricey hotel room every two weeks. Ryan had suggested a motel room after the second time, on the beach at 3 a.m., but she just looked daggers at him, and he didn't make any suggestions, ever again.

*


The first time was in the pool house, after his third or maybe fourth breakup with Marissa. He'd been in the shower, and Julie had shown up with a box of stuff that Marissa had kept in her room, in the house next door.

When he'd emerged from the bathroom, towel about his waist, and scrubbing another over his hair, she'd been waiting for him. Sprawled on a chair in a way different from the females in Newport, and he remembered that she wasn't from around here at all.

"Mrs. Cooper." He eyed her warily, and clutched at his towel protectively. "What do you want?"

"Such manners, Ryan." She clucked her tongue, pointed at the box, never once looking at the slick of his body. "In the box. Your things, I believe?"

He peered in, recognized the CDs, a T-shirt, a leather cuff. "Yeah." He nodded. "Thanks."

She stood up, swayed over to him like a pin-up, and looked him in the eye. "You're making my daughter miserable."

"Sorry." Her perfume wrapped around him, and he couldn't think clearly, naked and four inches away from a sexy-as-hell woman, never mind who she was. "I didn't mean to."

"Of course." Her lips quirked, and he stared at them. "Will you stop?"

He leaned forward, captured her mouth with his.

It was the only answer he had, really.

*


The Newport Beach Radisson is the fanciest place he's ever stayed, but it's not the priciest in town. Acquaintances of the Coopers and the Cohens prefer to stay in crazy-as-fuck-Oliver's parents' hotel, so he and Julie can slip into this one without much fear.

They arrive separately anyway, because they're not stupid.

The standard rooms aren't too costly, for three hours every two weeks, though Julie ends up paying for the whole night. She also tips generously, but Ryan doesn't think about that. Doesn't think about what, exactly, whatever the hell they have is.

He doesn't think in terms of lovers, because they're not in love, and he doesn't term them fuck buddies, because they're anything but friendly.

Sometimes he wonders what she thinks they are. He can't see anything but lust in her eyes. Want and anger and scorn.

He fucks her and hopes she'll close her eyes, so he won't have to see that expression anymore.

It never works.

*


They've just finished with their seventh time, not that he keeps track, and Ryan treats himself to a hot shower, complete with fancy shampoo in tiny plastic bottles.

He's half-surprised when her silhouette appears against the glass, and the door clicks open to reveal her. Her eyes, insolent as always, ease over his body like nails, and he curses as he hardens, again.

She smirks at his discomfort, and steps into the shower. Pulls the door shut behind her, and snakes an arm around his shoulders. Wraps a hand around his cock, and strokes.

He gasps, inhaling some water in the process, and watches as her hair damps down. "Julie."

She leans into him, ankle rubbing against his calf. "You're young, right?" Squeezes his erection, licks his neck.

He groans and turns them carefully, so as not to slip. Presses her back against the tile as she scissors her legs, hooking one around his hips. Adjusts his angle and thrusts into her by inches.

Revels in the sound she makes, a luxurious, drawn-out hiss.

He raises his hands to her breasts, cupping and squeezing roughly. Before her, it had been too long since he had fucking curves under his palms, and he's not about to let hers go to waste.

He plunges into her oh so slowly, mindful of their precarious position. Hot water sluices over them, and he doesn't want to think about what would happen if either of them slipped.

He's not going to pretend they don't care about being caught. He knows better. He doesn't want to imagine the looks on Sandy's and Kirsten's and Seth's faces, let alone Marissa's. He's sure Julie doesn't give a damn about the Cohens, but she does care about her daughters, no matter what Marissa thinks.

He knows she'd kill him before he had a chance to tell anyone about their trysts. He also knows that nobody would find his body. Julie Cooper is a ruthless bitch, no doubt about it.

It's part of what he likes about her.

*


The last time they fuck, Ryan bends her over the table by the window, leaves the curtains open so they can see the sun rise.

He knows it's the last time because Marissa has called him five times in the past week, and once, he called her back.

Trapped between his body and the cool tabletop, Julie does a slow, obscene spiral with her hips, inspiring a string of obscenities that Ryan hasn't used since he last got into a fistfight with his brother. He grasps her hips hard and knows she'll be able to trace the shadow of his fingers for a week. It makes him smile.

She curses, and he pulls out of her, startled. He isn't prepared for her sudden whirl, and she shoves him onto the bed with a snarl. Plants a knee on either side of his hips and starts fucking him again without preamble.

He bucks up against her helplessly, but when he reaches for her, she pins his arms down, scowling. His entire body arches back, and he knows he can't last much longer.

"Look at me," she hisses into his ear, and he tries to focus. "Ryan."

"Yeah?" He wants to touch her, but she presses his wrists into the mattress. He's surprised at how strong she is, and he almost doesn't catch her next words.

"You will never be good enough for her." Her voice is thick with anger, but her lips curve into a smile.

He arches, rolls, and pins her down with his body. Takes grim satisfaction in her mewl of pleasure. He lowers his head down to kiss her, and whispers against her lips.

"Neither will you."

And then he's finally, finally coming, and she is as well.

He's sure he doesn't see tears in her eyes, because that wouldn't be like her at all.


###

Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears
Her snaky crest.
--The Seasons, James Thomson


Originally posted here and linked to theoc_fiction.

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( 17 comments — Leave a comment )
elzed
Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:26 pm (UTC)
Jesus fucking Christ woman. That was hot - and I mean it. I've always loved Julie/Ryan (two sexy as hell people who ought to be fucking each other, by rights. And I totally believe Julie had the hots for Ryan from the start). It was the first pairing I ever wrote - but this, this is fab. Love his appreciation of her curves, the fact that he likes her ruthlessness, the obscenities last used in a fistfight with Trey.
voleuse
Mar. 24th, 2005 06:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It's a fucked-up pairing, but I've always been fond of it. It works in a way that Ryan/Marissa has never worked for me.
elzed
Mar. 24th, 2005 06:28 pm (UTC)
The fucked up pairings are the hottest. Up to a point, at any rate. And Ryan/Marissa? No fucking chemistry. Ryan/Julie? Fireworks.
aflowerinrain
Mar. 24th, 2005 01:45 am (UTC)
Haha... I was afraid to read this, because Julie/Ryan freaks me out a little bit. But it was awesome - very hot, but not too porny. I really like your characterization of Ryan.

He knows she'd kill him before he had a chance to tell anyone about their trysts. He also knows that nobody would find his body. Julie Cooper is a ruthless bitch, no doubt about it.

It's part of what he likes about her.


Nice!
voleuse
Mar. 24th, 2005 06:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
chazper
Mar. 24th, 2005 02:06 am (UTC)
God. This was so hot without being clinically graphic, and so entirely believable. I loved many phrases, especially the "slow, obscene spiral with her hips"; "her eyes, insolent as ever, ease over his body like nails." That is totally Julie.

Excellent job.
voleuse
Mar. 24th, 2005 06:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
captain_molly
Mar. 24th, 2005 03:07 am (UTC)
Found you through your PotC fic—this is incredible. I adore it. It's. . . perfect.
voleuse
Mar. 24th, 2005 06:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
famous99
Mar. 24th, 2005 04:13 am (UTC)
This was awesome. Hot. I love the Julie/Ryan pairing.
voleuse
Mar. 24th, 2005 06:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
solarisday
Mar. 25th, 2005 07:14 am (UTC)
This is why we need more OC fics of the Ryan/Julie variety. You just know they couldn't be anything other than combustible together, as you just proved, of course.

I loved the line about Ryan not having fucked anything with curves under his palms in a long time.
voleuse
Apr. 6th, 2005 06:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It's such a weird pairing, but it works really well, when you think about it.
cecilialisbon_
Apr. 5th, 2005 06:33 pm (UTC)
Love it. The descriptions were so apt and you had both Julie and Ryan written really well.

<3
voleuse
Apr. 6th, 2005 06:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.
gsr_rocks
Nov. 25th, 2006 02:17 am (UTC)
I seriously adore you for writing a Julie/Ryan story. This was the first J/R fic I ever read and I love it. Please tell me that you'll write another like this?
moodfic
Nov. 26th, 2006 08:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! And I haven't written fic in this fandom in a long time, but the new season is quite thought-provoking. *g*
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