AN: Well, Tea's episode had some nice Tony/Tea underlays there right up until the actual sex, and then for a second there at the end. And they've got a little more than nothing on site, just two or threee fics, so I went and wrote this. Kindly leave a review.
Summary: "I like me. I don't do we." "I matched you. I matched you good."
Warnings: Have you seen the show? Seriously? This chapter has "foul" language and underaged sex. And maybe the tiniest bit of OOC; it's a bit soon to tell...
Disclaimer: I don't own "Skins".
Chapter One
Change
One second, they're dancing, lose and easy. Free. The way they won't let themselves be anywhere else. He's smiling a real smile without a trace of his signature smirk. She's laughing real, honest laughter like she hasn't in the longest time. He's twisting around her, too close-too close-too close, but he's not touching her because they're best friends and they don't do that. She's swaying in his space, pushing-pushing-pushing without laying a hand on him. Because they're just friends. He has Michelle. She has the girl of the week. Neither of them has the other. Not like that.
One second, they're dancing, lose and easy and free. The next, she's managed to get him up against a wall, and they're kissing. It's a soft, hesitant thing. Barely a kiss at all. But it is. And, oh god, what are they doing? She's looking at him with a sort of panic that he knows the girl she tries to be would never show. He's staring back with a sort of confusion that seems far too innocent for the man she knows him to be.
Then she's backing away, but she doesn't go far. Waits for him, for this, whatever this is. And he's following, uncharacteristically somber. His hands on her skin and his tongue in her mouth and everything is burning as he pulls up her dress. Her hands slide under his shirt, trace over smooth, hard muscle, so different from what she's used to. He slips a hand into her underwear, pulls it down and out of the way. Out of his way. Because, dear gods above, he's about to have sex with Tea.
He runs a hand over her, makes sure she's ready. He's almost surprised that she is, even as he rolls a condom on. He pauses, asks that damned question he hasn't bothered with in longer than he cares to remember.
"Are you sure?"
He doesn't want to fuck this up.
"Don't you dare stop now."
He doesn't stop. He thrusts in, and yeah, it hurts like a bitch. It never occurred to her that it would. But he's gentle. As gentle as he's capable of, which is far softer than she had thought. He'd always been so wild, so rough, so untamed. She hadn't thought him gentle. For anything or anyone.
She feels amazing, soft and wet and tight. He struggles to control himself. He wants to pound into her with the kind of desperate wanting he hasn't felt since...that he's never felt. But he makes himself be slow and sweet instead of hard and fast. She's digging her nails into his back. He's not sure whether it's from pleasure or pain. He hopes it's the former, and not just for his ego's sake. He doesn't want to hurt her. He cares.
At some point it stopped being vaguely painful and started being really good. Different. So very different from the others before. And either she's not quite as gay as she thought she was, or he's just that good. Her nails are digging into his back and she's not sure she cares which one it is. Because she doesn't want him to stop.
He keeps kissing her. He doesn't do that. Kisses are intimate, and sex is just sex. But he's doing it now, with Tea. He doesn't want to think about what that means. He doesn't want to think at all.
She keeps kissing him. He doesn't taste like a meaningless fuck, like lust and coke and ecstasy. He tastes like cigarette smoke and vodka and the slightest remnants of mint, and it burns in the best way. She doesn't know what it means but it doesn't matter because they're Tony and Tea and they're just them.
She cries out, and Tony's done this enough to know the sound of a woman hitting orgasm when he hears it. He rides her through it before letting go and following her off the edge.
He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Like a moan and sob are both trying to crawl from his lips at the same time. And then, he's still. He pulls out, removes the condom, neatly ties it off in a clinical and well practiced move, and throws it into the trash can hiding in the corner.
She pulls up her panties, not ashamed or embarrassed, just a little unsure as to what exactly they're supposed to do now. Because they're them, and they don't do this. Silence reigns for about two minutes, uncomfortable and uncertain and unwanted, until Tony can't take it anymore.
"So, muff-muncher, how's it feel to crunch cock?" His smirk makes its reappearance, but it's not as hard around the edges as it usually is and there's mirth in his eyes. He just wants to make her laugh. So they can stop this quiet awkwardness between them and just be Tony and Tea again.
"Reminded me why I'm into girls." She rolls her eyes but puts a hand on his wrist so he knows she doesn't really mean it, lest she bruise his ego.
"Glad I could help."
And they're playing with fire now, inching closer but still hoping to escape the burn. Because this doesn't sound like them, callous and pointed. It sounds light and flirty and this is not what they do.
"Good. Now walk me home, you tit."
"Did you just call me a tit?" He laughs. "Really? A tit?"
He stands and helps pull her to her feet. And, god, she's going to be feeling this tomorrow, she can already tell.
"Yep. Sure did. You're a clever one." She's mocking to hide the wince. But he's Tony, and there's nothing he doesn't notice, so he sees. And she's Tea, so she knows he's noticed. They've never been able to hide anything from each other, but he knows better than to open his fucking mouth and dig his own damn grave.
"That's what everyone keeps telling me." He just smiles and keeps up the rapport. They're nothing if not capable actors. Lying about everything and nothing, until the truth is a foreign concept that neither really recognizes anymore. But his hand, in a move almost gentlemanly, is one the small of her back, and this doesn't feel like a lie.
Maybe it should.
AN: What do you think? Leave it as a one-shot or continue into a multi-chap? Drop a review and let me know.
