A/N: This is the second fanfic I wrote for Skins USA, it's also TonyxTea, from Tea's point of view. It's just a drabble-y ficlet that I used to put into words some of the thoughts/feelings/insights the Tea for my stories would have. I'm writing a longer piece that takes concepts I introduce here and in my other fic Broken Patterns and Inevitable Conclusions. I like how this turned out. I wrote it after "Abbud" aired, but I don't think any kind of understanding of the timeline is needed. Anyway, Enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins USA.
One Boy, One Person, One Tony
There's one. Only one. One boy she's ever been attracted to.
It's always been only soft curves and soft skin and soft lips, and the sweet scent of flowers or fruit or vanilla that lingered. But he is all hard lines, strong muscle, lean but taut, and it's the clean, spicy scent of soap and cologne and the musky overlay of sweat that overwhelms her. And it's the first time that's turned her on. It's enough to let herself be kissed and touched and fucked by a boy. This one boy, who she's let seduce her not once, but twice and possibly more times in the future. She can deny it, because maybe it wasn't mind blowing, or perfect or really all that great…but she felt something that no other boy could ever make her feel.
There's one. Only one. One person she's ever let all the way in.
It's always been unnerving for her to think that a connection might persist past one night. That's why she targets girls who don't want more than a one night stand or at least aren't worth more than a one night stand. She detaches herself emotionally and lets the physical part of her take over. She has to do that as a self preservation mechanism—to save herself from mind-numbing conversation and questions she could never bring herself to answer. He is the only person who is a departure from all that. Her guards are down around him because he's always been there. He is more than a random stranger she picked up at a party and took to her bed. He is a friend who knows her better than she's comfortable with. He knows her answers without ever having to ask the questions. He's in her head and he has her questioning all the things she thought she was certain about. He finds a way under her skin at every chance he gets. She begins to think maybe it isn't a case of having let him in, but rather giving herself over to someone who was already in too deep to push away afterward. She can't escape him and doesn't seem to want to—and that confuses her. There has never been someone to get her to surrender herself twice, some haven't even managed to successfully do so once. It scares her that he has gotten to a place with her that no other person has ever reached.
There is one. Only one. One Tony.
If someone asks her the names of the girls she has been with the last few months, she could probably scramble up a half dozen names, most of which are wrong or mispronounced or warped. Most names have been lost in the haze of drugs and alcohol and lust, if she even asked the girl's name in the first place. But his name echoes through her all the time—it's in her head, it's on her lips. She breathes his name. She doesn't understand how they got to this place, all she knows is they have this strange connection that is hard for her to put into words. He knows all her answers, because they're the same as his. He knows what she's thinking, because he thinks the same way as her. He's just Tony, and she's Tea, and they match. There's only one Tony, the one boy, the one person to ever really mean anything to her. She hasn't quite come to terms with that yet, but she'll get there. Even though everything has been turned upside down and she's not sure what to think of herself, she is pretty sure that everything will be okay, because Tony will be there every step of the way.