Maya walks into the dorm buildings. She enters the elevator and pushes the button up to the 7th floor. The doors open on the 2nd floor and in comes Lucas. "Hey," he says. "Hi," she replies curtly. They both glance away from each other and Lucas starts casually yet conspicuously whistling. In an instant, Maya throws herself at him and pulls him to her. Their hips grind together as their lips sloppily greet each other over and over again. The elevator dings and announces their arrival on the 7th floor. Maya pushes Lucas away from her and walks away without a word. Lucas looks completely seduced yet utterly bewildered.
Maya's mom storms out of the place and Maya is left alone, in complete tears. She calls Lucas, sobbing over the phone, completely incoherent. Lucas comes over, at a loss on how to comfort her, when Maya pins him against the wall and they have a long, rough make-out session. When they finally finish, Lucas asks why she was crying earlier. Maya laughs and dismisses him, saying she just needed him in that way. Lucas opens his mouth but no words come out. At that point, Maya tells him to go home, gives him a last kiss, and pushes him out the door.
Maya is sitting inside her car at the parking lot, sobbing, trying to pull herself together before class starts. Suddenly, a familiar figure emerges from the classroom door. Lucas walks towards her car and Maya feels completely exasperated. It's not his business to take care of her, she can do fine on her own. But he comes anyway and opens the door, sitting next to her. She pleads with her eyes for him to go away, for him to not say a word. He stays but says nothing. He holds out his arms. Maya hesitates, hating herself for doing this, for being so vulnerable with him. She is so tired though, tired of shutting people out, and she just wants him there, for once. She buries her face into his chest, letting the sobs wash over her. They stay like this until the bell rings. Immediately, she stops crying and wipes the tears off of her face. She pulls away from him, takes the key out of ignition, and gathers her books. Lucas simply stares at her, waiting, but she says nothing. She determinedly looks away from him, focusing on her task to get out of the car. As she opens the car door, she suddenly sits back down and gives him a quick peck on the cheek, before slamming the door and walking to class. Lucas is bemused, rubbing his hand across his cheek, smiling at the gesture. "She's making progress," he mutters to himself.
Maya gets off the phone with her mom. Yet another argument that left Maya in tears, on the verge of a breakdown. But Maya isn't sad, she's just angry. Angry at her mother for never being there and leaving all the responsibility on her. She isn't sad about it one bit, no, she is just completely furious. Or at least that's what she tells herself.
She calls Lucas up, needing to take out her anger and take the edge off of things. She invites him over to watch a movie. In reality though, she just wants to hook up with him. But Maya doesn't take in account how exhausted she is and how little energy she has. So, for a first, when Lucas puts on a movie, she doesn't respond by crushing his lips with hers as soon as the lights go off. They watch the movie until Maya slowly drifts off, gradually shifting towards Lucas, eventually resting her head on his lap and falling asleep.
She wakes up two hours later, for the movie has ended and the sudden silence startles her. She looks around, realizing that her head is on Lucas's chest, for Lucas had fallen asleep as well. Ignoring the fact that they were basically spooning, she squints in the dark and tries to reach the remote and turn off the TV. Her slight rustling wakes Lucas up.
"Hey there sleepy. Is it morning already?" He mumbles sleepily. "Sorry, just trying to turn off the TV," Maya replies. Lucas shifts his head up just as Maya reaches her hand down to the floor to reach the damned remote. Their faces are suddenly inches from each other. Maya feels his warm breath on her and looks into him. Lucas tilts his head ever so slightly, concern suddenly arriving in his eyes. "Maya, is everything okay with your Mom?"
Maya doesn't answer with her eyes but rather with her lips, pressing them into his forcefully. He replies with just as much need but the kiss gradually shifts into something more affectionate than Maya is used to. Maya usually craves desire, not affection. Affection means getting hurt again, and that is a risk she was most certainly not willing to take. Yet here they are, Lucas' lips tenderly welcoming hers again and again, an outpouring of love and affection. Under his tender care, her usually powerful demeanor suddenly crumbles into a much more fragile personality.
Her brain warns her to stop, to protect herself from being hurt again, but her heart doesn't care. Indeed, even her instincts seem to revel with joy at the slightest touch. He continues and places his hands on her face, stroking his thumbs across her face in a loving caress. She feels a blush creep into her cheeks, a very rare occurrence. He places his other hand to the small of her back, rubbing soothing circles up and down. Uncharacteristically, she displays affection as she wraps her arms around his nape and kisses him-not roughly, like usual, but with care and a rare look of tenderness in her eyes. They continue into the night until they eventually drift back to sleep, their bodies completely entangled.
A blaring alarm clock wakes them both up in the morning. Maya sees how close she is to him and immediately cringes from the proximity. She inwardly curses herself for letting herself fall asleep with him. She only did this for the hook-up, not the feelings, the affection, or anything more. And she hates herself even more because she enjoyed the affectionate display from yesterday, more than she does with their usual rough make-out sessions. She is about to get up when Lucas kisses her on her forehead and says good morning.
She glares at him. What is he doing? He knows she hates stuff like that. He knows she only wants him here to distract her from her problems. He knows she just wants him as a tool, but he's here acting like some sort of emotional crutch. "You need to go," she says. Lucas's smile slowly faded away. "I know, Maya," he sighs, "I'm pushing my luck." He gets up and walks towards the exist. As his hand is on the doorknob, he pauses and turns back at her retreating figure. "But my luck is getting better, and you are too." "I don't know what you're talking about," Maya replies cooly. "Oh, but you do. You've been coming around slowly, and you know it. I'll get you to open up eventually." He winks at her and leaves.
a/n: Not sure if I should end it here as a one-shot, or continue into chapters about Maya's progression into opening up with Lucas. (If it does become chaptered, it'll probably head into the M rating. )
Please review and tell me what you think. Crits and comments are much appreciated. =))
EDIT 9/7/14: so yeah, i will be turning this into a chaptered fanfic. thank you :)
also, i'm turning this into past tense because usually all my stories are in past. i'm not sure why i started this in present, but yeah, sorry about that.
