Hello, people. So I've been wanting to write a (Sashay) smut for a while now and I finally did it It's a one shot, so I will most likely not make this a full story. (unless you guys really want me to, but I don't expect that.) Okay, and uhh, I hope you like this story? I don't know, I worked really hard on it and I apologize already for any mistakes made in this. (warning: there's profanities and smut – obviously – in this story, so nothing cute and cuddly)

Have a nice day! xx

It's an extremely hot day in California, raindrops are clattering against the window and I hear a loud thunderclap in the distance. It makes me start and I wake up from my daydream.

'1, 2, 3-', I count the seconds between the clap and the lightning, '4, 5-', my counting gets interrupted when my poorly lighted room suddenly gets lit up with a boost of white light coming from a lightning bolt. It only lasts for maybe half a second, but it's still peaceful to me. I've always loved thunderstorms, they make me so calm. I feel the cold wind on my back coming from the air-conditioning right behind me. I can hear faint beats of Troian's music playing in the background, since her dressing room is right next to mine. It's something soft, Indie like. I hear Ashley and Tyler laughing hysterically from their shared dressing room down the hallway - about something stupid, probably – and I sigh, thinking about how badly I will miss this cast and running lines in my too hot room while watching the raindrops fall down, after we're done shooting these last two seasons of Pretty Little Liars.

Then I hear it, she walks down the hall, she's on the phone with someone, I think. Her voice makes my heart beat fifty times faster, and the butterflies I feel in my stomach are unstoppable. Do you know that feeling you get when you're in a rollercoaster and you're about to fall down that scary first drop you feared so much, but when the ride's over you want to go again and again and again, just because you're addicted to that feeling, the fear and excitement that it gives you? Well, she gives me that feeling. Sasha Pieterse is my rollercoaster.

'Yes, I will. OK. Yeah, I'll call you later. Love you too, Hudson. Bye.', I overhear her say. My mood immediately drops when she says his name. Every time I hear his name I automatically roll my eyes, I can't help it. Then I hear a soft and quick knock on my door.

'Come in!', I say.

Someone opens the door and walks in, almost making no sound.

'Hey Shay, is it okay if I stay with you for a bit? The air-co in my room just broke and I don't want to bother the others since they're all busy and you looked like you were doing nothing, so I thought well-'

'It's okay, Sasha.', I laugh. 'I needed some company anyway.'

She flashed me a smile. Her teeth were perfectly ordered and they were white, but not a 'hey-I'm-a-Hollywood-star-white' white. Just normal. My eyes wandered to her dimples, then to her chin. I loved all of her features, I couldn't get enough of her. I realized I was staring at her so I cleared my throat to try and play it off.

'Do you want something to drink? You look like you're hot.', I say to her.

She did look like she was hot. Her hair was in a messy bun, she was wearing a teal tank top and washed-denim shorts. Her cheeks had a hint of a light shade of pink in them and her body was glistering, because she was sweating a little. She looked mesmerizing, I couldn't take my eyes of her.

'Yes, oh, my god, I'd kill for some water right now.', she tells me, 'Hey, do you mind if I put on a show or something to watch on Netflix? We only have to shoot again in two hours, an Emison scene', she tells me and then smirks. 'She won't be the one smirking when I'm done with her', I think to myself.

'Oh, sure, choose whatever you want, I literally love every genre.', I say, my head sticking above the mini fridge door where I'm crouching in front of to grab some water bottles for us both.

'By the way, an Emison scene, really?', I say as I walk back to the couch where Sasha's already sitting. I hand her the bottle.

'Yes', she laughs, 'the writers finally listened to the fans. It was about time, right?'

'Damn right.', I say, sitting down next to Sasha, 'so, what are we watching?'

'Orphan Black. It's my favorite.'

We watch the episode in peace, only complaining a couple of times about how the weather is abnormally hot. Sasha grabs my hand every time there's a scary part or when there's a loud sound because of the storm. I love when she does that, she has chosen me to keep her safe. Our legs are touching the entire time and I feel electricity running all along my thigh. I wonder if she feels the same way. When we finish watching she asks me if we could read the script one more time and practice the scene together. I agree and we both get the stuff we need. Throughout the entire scene I can't stop looking at her lips, they just look so, I don't know, kissable. Sasha notices it, but she continues anyway. My eyes are constantly wandering between those oh so kissable and soft lips, and her eyes. I can't describe what color they are exactly, something ocean, deep baby blue-ish. I can look into her eyes forever, getting lost in them, looking at the way they sparkle when she laughs or-

'Shay?', she brings me out of my thoughts, 'you have to say your line now.'

'Oh, yeah, sorry.', I apologize, blushing a little.

'It's okay.'

She gives me a reassuring smile. I can see her dimples again. God, I love this girl. I don't say my line, though. It's all silent for a moment. We look into each other's eyes and I can just feel that she wants me too, like I want her. My eyes drift off to her lips again. I know she knows I am looking at them. The only things I hear now are her soft breathing and my own heart beats. I can smell her sweet perfume, she's so close to me now. I catch myself thinking 'Fuck it, Shannon, just do it. Kiss her now.' And I couldn't find a reason not to, everything felt right in this moment. I very slowly lean in and kiss her. Her warm cheeks in my hands, both of our eyes closed. We stay like that for a couple of seconds, she's the one to pull away first.

'That wasn't-', she says out loud, but then realizes we were still only inches away from each other and she continues in a whisper, 'That wasn't scripted.'

'I know', I whisper back.

We make eye contact. We stay like that for a while, silent and admiring each other's beauty. I see the lust in her eyes, I probably look the same way to her. Then she leans in again, but this time with more force and passion. It takes me a second to react, my head spinning. I kiss her back and It feels like our lips were made for each other, like we belong in some way. Our mouths move in sync and her hand rests on my shoulder, grabbing a little fabric of my shirt. Her other hand rests on my neck. It feels like my body's on fire and I can't get enough of it. Can't get enough of her. My hands are holding her hips, her shirt lifted a bit so I can touch her bare skin. I can feel goose bumps forming under my touch and it surprises me a little that I have this effect on her, but it feels so good. Without even noticing, I'm exploring her mouth with my tongue. She tastes sweet, yet spicy. I can't really pin it out, but it makes me crave to taste all of her, in every place. We have to stop to catch our breaths for a short moment and I take this as an opportunity to make her sit on my lap. When she kisses me again I grab her ass and I can feel her moan into my mouth. The kiss is clumsy, but perfect. Our opened mouths are moving against each other, tongues fighting. I bite her lip and she tilts her head back, pleasure clearly readable from her squeezed shut eyes. I start to kiss her neck, sucking hard, but then licking her skin to prevent giving her a hickey. I only want to give her hickeys in the places I – and only I – can see them.

'Shay, uhm.'

I look up to Sasha's face and she nods at the still opened door.

'Oh. Yes, wait a second.', I say and stand up to close the door. When I've locked it, I turn around, but I'm not sitting back down to make out with her again.

'Undress.', I command.

'What?'

'You heard me right, do it.'

She looks surprised because of my bold move, but she starts to undress anyway.

'But leave your underwear on.', I tell her.

When she's done, she lays down on my couch, closely looking at every move I make. I take a second to take in all of her beauty. She's wearing red lace underwear, that make her boobs look great. My eyes follow all her curves and birth marks and everything hid under where normally her clothes would be.

'You're stunning.', I whisper, mostly to myself than to her.

She just smiles. But soon that smile fades away and she gets a serious expression. I can see her eyes roaming over my body, like my hands were roaming over her body just a moment ago. I slowly walk over to the couch and lay on top of her. My hands on either side of her head, holding my body up. I stare at her blue orbs one last time, before closing my eyes and kissing her. Hard. I can feel her hands on my back, pulling at my shirt. After a moment I finally pull of my shirt too, after that I immediately kiss her again. Our stomachs and boobs are touching and she starts to grind on my leg. I pin her hands above her head and kiss from her mouth, to the place just in front of her right ear. I nib her earlobe and she lets out a quiet, long moan.

'Shay..', She whimpers, as I kiss along her jaw line to just under her chin.

'Do you like that, baby?', I say, kissing down her throat, giving a kiss after every word I say. All she does is nod. I give her wet kisses down to the middle of her chest. Her breathing is uneven and her chest is heaving. I look up to her face and look into her eyes, she's desperate. I love feeling like this, torturing her in a soft way. I love feeling powerful and being a little possessive.

'Unclasp your bra for me.', I demand.

She does as I say and I slowly slide my hands under her bra straps who are now laying loosely on her shoulders. I slide them down her arms in a very slow tempo, my eyes never leaving hers while doing it. When her bra is finally off, I start to circle her nipple with my tongue, sometimes biting a little on it. Moans escape Sasha's mouth and her chest is his going up and down in a fast speed, since her breathing has increased even more now.

'Shay, fuck.', she says in a way that turns me on more than anything. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I lick all the way down her stomach, stopping just on her lower abdomen.

'Do you want me, baby?', I ask in a seductive way, already knowing the answer. I'm talking in the sexiest tone I can produce. Slow, deep and quiet.

'Mhmm.'

'I want a proper answer.'

'Yes, Shay. Fuck, I want you.', she's almost begging at this point.

'Well, you'll have to be just a little more patient.', I tease.

I pick up her right leg and kiss from her ankle all the way to the inside of her thigh, which causes moans and swear words to be regularly released by Sasha. I seductively look into her eyes and I can see she wants me, craves me. In every way possible. I change her right leg to her left and I do the same with this one.

'All mine.' I say kissing her thigh, dangerously close to her center.

'You're all mine,', I tell her again, 'understand?'

'Yes, babe,', she nods, still staring at me with that desperate look in her eyes, 'I'm all yours.'

'OK, good girl.'

'You're all mine to play with,', I say, driving her even crazier, 'Mine to kiss,', I say before kissing her just above her panty. She moans my name. Oh, how I love that sound.

'Mine to tease.', I say, running my finger along her still fabric covered slit. Sasha lets out a shaky breath after moaning hard. I can feel her wetness through it and I groan, loving the feeling.

'Please, Shay. I need you to touch me, I can't take it any longer.'

I decide to give in and I take her panties in my teeth, keeping eye contact the entire time. I bite and drag it down, revealing her naked pussy. I can see the arousal dripping down her center and I gasp.

'You're so wet for me. That's so fucking hot.', I say. She bites her lip and I smirk. I know exactly what I'm doing to her. I start licking her clit in slow movements, receiving a loud moan from Sasha in response. I look into her eyes, though it doesn't have any sense, because her eyes are closed in pleasure. I press my tongue down harder and harder each time, sometimes sucking on her clit. Sasha matches my movements by grinding her hips to the rhythm we are in. I lick down her center and stick my tongue inside of her. This surprises her. Good.

'Ah yes, fuck, baby. Right there.', she begs, eyes still closed.

I slowly stick my middle finger inside of her too now, making her gasp.

'Yes, oh, my god.', she can barely say.

I pump my finger faster and faster, making her squirm and grab my hair pushing me even deeper inside of her. I look up and see her holding herself up on her elbows, head thrown back. Her chest is sweating and I can feel myself dripping wet right now. I slid in a second finger and Sasha responds with a series of moans and swear words. My mouth is circling her clit once again, and by the way she folds her brow and seeing her chest go up and down in an extreme high tempo, I can tell she's close.

'I'm..I..', she can't even form a normal sentence anymore, but I'm just going to see how she tries to, letting her suffer a little. 'I'm cl.. clo- Oh shit!', she screams when I increase my speed just a little bit more.

'I'm so close, Shay. Oh, god, don't fucking stop.', she says, now gasping for air again. She grabbed the fabric of the couch and this is the right moment to say it.

'Come for me, baby girl.', I say, my warm breath landing on her - now nearly drained - center. This makes her back lift from the couch, head still thrown back. Her neck vein is more swollen than normal and her head is a little red. She doesn't say a word, she's not even able to breathe for a short moment. Her hips jerking out of control and her toes curled. After a while, she releases the breath she was holding and laid flat on her back. She blew out some air every now and then, making her breathing even again.

'Shit.', she breathes.

I slowly slip out my fingers, making her gasp a little again. I look her straight in the eyes and put my fingers in mouth, never losing eye contact. I lick every single bit of Sasha's arousal of my fingers and I let out a moan. It tastes salty, but sweet. There's something else about it, but I'm not sure what it is, it's something only Sasha has. Tasting her like this makes me want to fuck her again and harder and never stop touching her in the way I only can.

'So,', I say, breaking the silence, 'do you want to come here running lines with me more often?'