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DISCLAIMER: I don't own it. The magnificent Terri Farley has that honor.
PAIRING: Take a wild guess. I want to see how many people get it right. I think it's quite obvious, actually… :D
TITLE: A Bad Influence
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He was a bad influence on her, that was for certain.
As he pulled her into the utility closet, she could only smile wryly. It'd been their routine for weeks; exchange witty banter in public, flirt like crazy at lunch and then, when neither could stand the tension any longer, he'd pull her into an out-of-the-way corner, or closet, or deserted bathroom during a passing period and ravish her until she couldn't walk straight.
As he pushed her up against the closed door and attacked her neck with tooth and tongue, she could only sigh; he knew all the spots on her body that could make her knees buckle.
And, as he pulled her shirt up over her head and started on the button of her jeans, she could only desperately grasp the first thought that came to her: I wonder if I'd be this way if I'd just listened to Jake and stayed away from him.
Then, all thought disappeared and she could only give herself over to the way he was making her feel.
Afterwards, as they hurried to find their clothes in the cramped space, he caught her eye and flashed her a wicked grin, reassuring her that things hadn't changed; they were still friends. Just because they enjoyed each other's taste and touch and shared amazingly mind-blowing sex didn't change anything. She always feared it would. He was always quick to put those fears to rest, at least for the moment.
She returned it with a wolfish smile of her own, and couldn't help but think that she'd definitely be different if they'd never met.
He was a bad influence on her, that was for certain.
She wouldn't like herself any other way.