College AU

For those of you that are sticklers for details Maya and Lucas are 20 and juniors in college. This is set in the fall semester September/October.

Warning, there will be smut, just not in this chapter...

Two shot, maybe three

I usually always forget the disclaimer but here it is: I do not own Girl Meets World nor am I making any profit off this.

Anyways hope you enjoy!

"Maya?"

She was shifting through the racks looking for some decent clothes. Shopping for clothes with the few dollars that were left over after her mother paid the bills was something she'd always dreaded as a kid but now, a college student on a budget? She had no choice.

She wasn't a waitress but she sure as hell didn't make the big bucks.

Yeah, someone else would say she was chic, or cool, or fashionable because it was "vintage" but she for one was never the kind of person to mince words.

She wasn't embarrased, she just didn't fancy becoming a charity case. So she had developed a system that had never once failed her. Riley always wanted to go to the mall once a month so every other month after slowly saving up Maya would buy something so that Riley didn't get suspicious.

And if Riley said she liked her top, or "those jeans make your ass look fabulous," she'd laugh nervously hoping she wouldn't ask where she got them. And on the off chance that she did, "I stole them," was always the best way to go.

And although she'd stopped growing in middle school, shit she probably hadn't grown since elementary school, she still had to make sure she had at least one outfit that wasn't splattered with paint.

It was an elaborate ruse, but it was necessary. And she'd never gotten caught.

Until now.

"Maya?"

"I heard you the first time Ranger Rick."

Maybe if she didn't say anything he'd go away.

"What are you doing here Maya?"

She tried to ignore him but he just stood there eyebrow raised, his muscular arms crossed over his chest, the one that was filling out that black V-neck very nicely, and apparently still waiting for an answer. Not that she was going to give him one. In her experience deflecting, was the best course of action, either that or run.

"Why does anyone walk into a store?"

"Right, stupid question."

She walked to a different rack looking for a pair of jeans that weren't too torn, winter was coming and if she didn't hurry she'd be suffering.

Out of the corner of her eye she watched Lucas waiting for him to leave.

No such luck.

Instead Lucas walked over to a women's coat rack and picked one out. It was a black trench coat, the lapels were a bright red, and the coat itself a perfect length. Not too long as to make her look like a dwarf, but long enough to keep her warm come December, probably November.

She was in love. But she couldn't afford it, she'd been in love with it for ever but it always just hung there, wanted but unattainable. It was nice to know it'd always be there. But now Lucas had his grubby little paws all over it.

"Huckleberry, you do know that's a ladies coat?" She called out loudly hoping to embarrass him into putting the coat back down. Instead he took a step further away from the rack.

"Yes Maya, I know it's a ladies coat." He studied it, and Maya assumed he was checking for rips or tears. He found none (just like she knew he wouldn't) and tucked it under his arm.

Fuck.

"So Hee-Haw what brings you to this store?" She asked trying to be nonchalant.

He mimicked her, "Why does anyone go to a store?" She gave him a very unamused glare.

"Very funny, stop playing coy and tell me."

"Well if you must know one of my cousins loves vintage clothes and she's been bugging me recently to get her some. Apparently, New York vintage isn't the same as Texas vintage. Anyways, her birthday is coming up so I figured I'd send her some stuff."

"Why are you always such a fucking cowboy?" Maya muttered to herself, she didn't even want the coat anymore, not if she was going to take it away from someone more deserving.

"Maybe it's because I'm from Texas." Maya felt him walk up behind her, stopping close enough that she could catch the faint smell of his cologne, none of that cheap Axe stuff.

She scoffed, "Yeah, right, you might as well hang up your ten gallon hat you haven't been to Texas in years."

"That's because everything I need is here in New York." He got even closer and Maya could feel the heat radiating off of him. "Or maybe it's because that's the way my Mama raised me."

Maya had to fight to keep herself from leaning into him, distractedly she shifted through the clothes not really taking in what she was seeing.

"Or maybe, just maybe I don't have a cousin and I saw you walk in here so I decided to follow you." He wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around to face him. Staring up at him she saw his eyes had become a dark shade of forest green.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before slowly tracing his fingers down her face and to her plump lips.

"Maybe for some reason, no matter how hard I try I can't seem to stay away from you."

Her brain was complete mush, she couldn't breathe with him this close to her, much less think.

When Lucas' lips descended onto hers she found she didn't have to.

Sure they'd flirted, but there had always been a line drawn in the sand that neither of them had been willing to cross.

But now, not only had Lucas crossed it, he'd completely erased it.

Lucas kissed her with such fervor, Maya almost melted right there, reaching up she tugged at his hair, pressing him even closer. She could feel the evidence of his arousal, and allowed one hand to trail down and squeeze him through his jeans.

He groaned deeply, and quickly untangled one of his hands from her hair, moving her hand back up to his chest. "We'll save that for next time." His other hand was slowly inching up her skirt, hiking it up a little more.

He reached her panties, tugging them aside he slipped a finger into her, "Mmm," he moaned into the kiss, "wet."

He pushed his finger deeper pumping in and out, Maya cried out opening her legs wider, "Shh," Lucas whispered, "you're gonna get us caught. Keep it down."

There was a shelf blocking them from the person on duty and they were in a shadowy corner but he still didn't want to risk it and neither did she.

"Maybe if you took your finger out of my vagina I could be a little quieter." She hissed but it turned into another throaty moan as he inserted another finger.

"You want me to stop?" Lucas ceased his motions completely.

"Not in this lifetime."

"That's what I thought."

He resumed pumping her, this time at a vigorous pace until all she saw was stars, and all she could feel was his fingers moving and scissoring inside her.

"God Maya, you're so tight." He said his teeth gritted struggling not to cum as he watched her.

"Lucas, I'm about to—"

She came biting Lucas' shoulder trying her hardest not to cry out.

Slumping against him she watched as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them off, licking every drop.

He caught her when her legs gave out, pushing her against the wall, trailing soothing kisses down her neck.

"Lucas," she panted, gasping as he kissed her a little bit lower this time, "It's not that I don't like where this is going but I'm not about to fuck you in a thrift store."

She felt him still, slowly he drew himself back up to his full height.

"That's what you think this is? You think I just want to fuck you?" He growled.

Maya shifted from one foot to another, unsure how to answer. Sure she'd just had the best orgasm of her life and cum harder than she'd ever thought was possible but she was still Maya Hart. She was just an itch he wanted to scratch, no one ever wanted more than just one night. Even she never hoped for something more than just one night.

But a girl could dream, and all of hers were about Lucas but it still didn't change the fact that this was ticking time bomb that was set to explode any second now and she wanted to get the fuck out before it did.

So she shrugged, "Well, yeah."

Wrong answer.

She saw his eyes shutter and then felt him withdraw.

"Right," he bent down picking up the coat from where he'd dropped it.

They stared at each other, the silence getting to Maya.

"Thanks for the orgasm." She said awkwardly.

He shook his head and strode to the cash register where the clueless teenager sat flipping through a magazine.

He handed the teen some bills and then grabbed his bag and made to leave. Maya turned back around half heartedly browsing the aisles. Suddenly she felt a presence behind her again.

"We've got to stop meeting like this."

Before she could even blink he had a fistful of her hair and was crushing his lips onto hers. Before she could even begin to reciprocate, he had pulled away.

"You want to fuck, fine. My place, tonight, 7pm don't be late." After giving her one more kiss he was gone.

A glance at her watch revealed it was 4pm.

What the fuck had she just gotten herself into?

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