Hi, guys! Alright, well, I know I need to update my other fics, but I got an idea and I just had to write this story. This is a little weird and out of the ordinary, but it's a Trucy (or Troian and Lucy) fic. Troian Bellisario and Lucy Hale of PLL, of course. They were tweeting each other yesterday, and Lucy said, "Sparia. That is all.", and all of a sudden, I got the idea to write this fic. So, I did.

Anyway, enjoy my craziness! Review, please, my lovelies! :)

"We can't keep doing this anymore. You know someone's going to find out eventually."

Lucy sighed, gently swinging a leg around the other girl's waist. She knew Troian was easier to negotiate with if she was a bit...distracted. "Baby, shh. No one's going to figure out. This is only temporary, remember? Until we're satisfied. Then you can go back to being with Patrick and I can go back to being with Chris. It's as simple as that."

Troian bit down on her bottom lip, her hand instinctively drifting down to rest on Lucy's knee. The other girl was so smaller than she was, and whenever she tried to wrap her legs around Troian's waist, the top of her head barely skimmed her chin. Right now Lucy's face was buried in Troian's neck, her lips planting small, hummingbird-gentle kisses along her collarbone. "But..."

"No buts." Lucy cut her off by raising her head, pressing a tiny finger to her chapped, red lips. "No one is going to figure out. Believe me."

Troian sighed in exasperation, reaching up to gently remove Lucy's hand from on top of her mouth. "Fine." Her lips slowly spread into a warm smile and she grabbed Lucy's hips, pulling her on top of herself. "Now give me some sugar before we have to leave for work."

Lucy giggled, leaning down and pressing her pink, bow-shaped lips to Troian's thin, dry ones. She tasted like cigarettes and the coffee that had been in the now empty mug on the nightstand. They kissed for a moment and then Lucy pulled away, a familiar devilish smirk on her face. "Can I give you something else, too? Something that involves a little more than just kissing?"

"Lucy.. You know we can't. We're going to be so late if we do."

"Damnit. Later, then?" Lucy was practically vibrating with excitement. "Please?"

"Later," Troian promised, leaning up to press one last kiss to Lucy's pale cheek. "Now get your little body off of me so we can get ready."

Lucy giggled, quickly climbing off of Troian and then off the bed in which the two girls had formerly been lying on. She extended her hand and Troian took it, easily sliding off of the mattress. She didn't even have time to straighten up the messy covers before Lucy yanked on her hand, pulling her towards the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom. "Come on!" the tiny girl squeaked. "I want to do it in the shower before work."

Troian groaned, releasing her grip on Lucy's hand and then stopping in the middle of the room, crossing her arms over her chest. "What did I justsay?"

"...That we can't have sex on the bed," Lucy replied airily, leaning up against the doorframe to the bathroom. Her dark hair was haphazard and messy, and the ends of it stuck to the maroon-colored walls, as well as her naked, slightly sweaty body. "Now, get a move on! We can fuck in the shower."

"I never said we could do it in the shower," Troian grumbled, combing her fingers through her long brown hair. "I just said we can't do it. I'm sorry, Luc, but we're already going to be late for work if we don't hurry. We just can't do it now, okay?"

"Okay," Lucy mumbled, disappointed. "Can you at least shower with me?"

Troian shrugged, yawning before going to pull open the top drawer of the single bureau in the room, which was on the left side of the bed. "I don't think I'm going to take a shower right now. I'll take one tonight. You can just hop in. It'll be quicker that way."

"Ew!" Lucy squealed, her petite nose wrinkling. "That's gross! You're not going to shower before work? You're going to smell!"

Troian rolled her chocolate-colored eyes, pulling a pair of lacy black underwear out of the drawer. "I'm not going to smell. That's absurd." She yanked the underwear on, hopping around as Lucy watched in amusement. "Patrickdoesn't mind if I don't shower in the morning."

Lucy scowled. Troian knew she hated being compared to Patrick. That had been one of their rules when they first started this; not to mention Patrick or Chris when they were around each other. They could have all the sex they wanted, as long as they didn't talk about their boyfriends. Unfortunately, that rule was broken much too often. "Patrick, Smatrick," she singsonged. "He's gross, too! And he doesn't work with you. He doesn't have to smell you all day."

"Oh, for God's sake, I'll put deodorant on! It's not like I'm going to walk around smelly all day. I'm not a caveman." Now Troian was opening another drawer, digging through it to try and find the bra that matched her panties. "Much like that sasquatch boyfriend of yours."

"Chris isn't a sasquatch! He's...nice." She scoffed, reaching down to scratch and itch on her hip. "And you already are a caveman. So even if you put deodorant on, you'll still be smelly and ancient."

Troian found the bra she was looking for, snatching it out of the drawer and quickly putting it on before fastening the clasp behind her back. "Do you want to be slapped? Because you're just asking for it by the way you're talking." She grabbed a stick of cheap deodorant off the top of the bureau, quickly rubbing it under her arms. "And just nice? I thought you were so in love with him?"

Lucy shrugged, sweeping her hair to the side before spinning around and walking into the bathroom. "Eh. I'm not so sure anymore. He's starting to get on my nerves, to be honest." She looked over her shoulder at her friend. "And, Troi, you can't slap me, but you can spank me all you want." And with that, she shot Troian a wink and shut the bathroom door behind herself.

As soon as the bathroom door shut, Troian let out a heavy sigh, slumping against the wall next to the bed. God, Lucy was hot. She had the perfect little body, with long, wavy dark brown hair and huge, chestnut-colored eyes that could melt even the harshest of glares. Her skin was so soft and creamy. She had gorgeous curves; round, perky breasts, large hips, and a smooth, juicy ass. Too bad she was straight. She, Lucy Hale, the apple of Troian's eye, was straight. Sure, she enjoyed sleeping with Troian from time to time, but they were sex friends, that's what they did. It was just supposed to help them get closer, satisfy each other in ways their boyfriends couldn't.

Except, Troian had a completely different view on the situation. Troian had done something that, at the beginning, both girls had agreed not to do. She had fallen madly, undyingly in love with Lucy. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Meanwhile, Lucy was leaning against the moist wall of the shower, warm water streaming down over her body. Her eyes were closed, hands tightly fisted in her damp hair. She was so sexually frustrated it hurt. She and Troian hadn't had sex since the night before, and even though it had only been a few hours since then, Lucy needed her again. She always needed Troian. She was amazingly good at pleasuring Lucy; she knew exactly what to do and how to do it. It was like she was meant for her.

Except that was impossible. Troian could never be with Lucy. It just wouldn't work out. Sure, Troian was into girls. She was bisexual, and everyone who knew her knew that. But that didn't mean she'd go for Lucy. She was perfectly happy with her fancy, goody two-shoes boyfriend, Patrick Adams. Besides, no one knew Lucy was bi, too. Not even Troian, who slept with her on a nearly daily basis. She believed what Lucy had told her when they had first started having sex, that she just wanted to get closer to Troian, that she needed the older girl to give her the pleasure Chris Zylka couldn't.

Which made it even more torturous when Lucy had started to fall for Troian. She had tried to stop it, but it just kept coming, and now she was so caught up with being in love with Troian Bellisario, her best friend, that she couldn't even think straight. And Troian would never love her back. It was enough to tear Lucy's heart in two.

"Hey, Luc! Are you almost done? You've been in there for twenty minutes! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE, HALE!" Troian's voice jerked Lucy out of her thoughts, sending the nails of the hand that had subconsciously wedged itself between her legs digging into her thigh.

Lucy squeaked, rubbing at the sore skin as she fumbled for the handle to turn off the shower. "I-I'm coming! Sorry!"

Troian groaned, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her light brown moccasins out from under the end of the bed and stuffed her feet into them. Lucy always took forever to shower. She didn't know what she could possibly be doing in there; it only took Troian five minutes to wash her hair and body, and then condition her hair. But, somehow, Lucy always took at least fifteen minutes to do all of that. She just didn't understand it. In fact, there were a lot of things she didn't understand about Lucy. She could be very mysterious at times. She was the sweetest little thing, yet she was letting fame get to her head, and she could turn into a real bitch if someone did one little thing to irritate her. Troian didn't understand it. Fame wasn't getting to her at all. The fans could be annoying, but generally, she loved all the people who adored her. She'd even gotten marriage proposals from people, and she just laughed it off and signed their papers or whatever they'd wanted signed. It wasn't such a big deal to her, and she couldn't see why it drove Lucy so crazy.

She'd just have to work on that, she guessed. The more time she spent with Lucy, the more time she'd have to whip her back into shape. If only she could be her girlfriend. Then she'd be with her all the time, which would give her even more time to help her become the real Lucy again.

"I guess sex friends is good enough," Troian mumbled as she grabbed a cigarette out of the pack on the nightstand, quickly lighting it and then sitting down on the bed to enjoy her smoke.

"What? Were you talking to me?"

Lucy emerged from inside the bathroom, ignoring the door as the doorknob slammed into the wall behind her, despite the countless times Troian had told her not to open the door so quickly or else it was going to wear a hole in the wall. She frowned, glancing at Troian as she switched off the bathroom light. The plain white towel she was wearing dropped a little as she stretched, revealing part of her breast and the side of her tiny, flat stomach.

Troian jumped, almost dropping the cigarette she had balanced between her thumb and forefinger. "O-Oh, Luc!" Goddamn, she's only wearing a towel. Keep it together, Troian. "I wasn't talking to anybody. Myself, really."

Lucy giggled, rolling her chestnut-colored orbs as she sauntered away from the bathroom and over to the bed, where her Hello Kitty tote was hooked around one of the bedposts. She snatched it up, dropping her towel and then kicking aside. "You're weird."

Troian took a long drag of the cigarette in order to mask the moan that was threatening to come out of her mouth. Lucy was insanely sexy, her skin super soft and smooth and her hair still a little damp from the shower. She couldn't believe she had such a beautiful girl standing in front of her, completely exposed as she dug through her bag for an outfit. She saw Lucy naked nearly every day, but each time she dropped her towel or took off her clothes as they prepared to make love, Troian was completely taken aback by her beauty. She longed to be able to hold her in her arms as more than just a fuck buddy. She wanted to be Lucy's girlfriend, her lover, her everything. Unfortunately, that could never happen.

"So, Patrick's not going to be home until tomorrow night, right? Can I stay over again?" Lucy looked up as she pulled on a neon pink thong.

Troian was trying her hardest not to choke on the smoke from her cigarette. It was like Lucy was teasing her on purpose; wearing such revealing clothing even though she would be changing in just a little while for work. "Uh, sure. You can't come home with me tomorrow, though. He'll definitely be home by the time I come back from work."

"Aw." Lucy pouted, pulling a lime green bra out of her bag. "You should come over to my house the next night, then. Chris is going to Vegas with his friends. He'll be gone for a couple days."

"Alright, sounds good! I'll just tell Patrick the usual story, that we have lines to go over and rehearse. It's such a bummer that I live with him. He gets in the way all the time." Troian took another drag of the cigarette, grinning with excitement. She took any opportunities she could to spend time with Lucy. She was in love with her, after all. "Jesus, girl. Where do you find your clothing? You look like a highlighter."

"I do not!" Lucy squealed, fastening the bra's clasp behind her back. "I just like colorful clothing. At least I don't dress like a hippie."

"I don't dress like a hippie," Troian sighed, pursing her lips as Lucy dug a pair of navy blue skinny jeans out of the bag and started to put them on. "I just like to be comfortable. I'm going to have to change into Spencer's clothes, anyway, so what does it matter?"

"It matters because people stare!" Lucy exclaimed, yanking a black tank top with white bows all over it out of the tote and then pulling it over her head. "People stare at you because you look like you belong back in the sixties."

"People stare at you, actually." Troian took one last drag from her cigarette before grabbed the light green ashtray off the bedside table and snubbing it out. "Because you're dressed in more colors than a rainbow. Besides, this is Hollywood. People wear all kinds of crazy outfits. I doubt anyone really cares if I go out in sweatpants and my moccasins."

"God, those moccasins." Lucy chuckled, slipping on a pair of black high heels and then snatching a pair of orange sunglasses out of her bag. "Even Shay offered to take you shopping, and she wears floral dresses out in public."

"What's wrong with my moccasins? They're comfy!" Troian placed the ashtray and burnt out cigarette back on the nightstand before grabbing her grey over-the-shoulder bag and standing up. "And Shay's dresses are cute. I like her girly-girlness. She's so adorable sometimes."

"But not as adorable as me, right?" Lucy snatched up her tote bag and shooting Troian a smug grin. She nudged the taller girl in the ribs with her elbow, snickering before making her way out of Troian's bedroom and into the hallway.

"Of course not," Troian muttered, sighing and then following Lucy. It was only the truth. Lucy was the most adorable girl she'd ever seen. She couldn't get enough of how cute she was.

"Good." Lucy smirked, sauntering over to the fridge in Troian's kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of kiwi-strawberry flavored SoBe water that she had put in there the night before and then closed the refrigerator door, turning around and smiling at her friend. "Ready to go?"

"Ready to go," Troian echoed, opening the front door to let Lucy walk through it. She sighed, watching her smaller friend strut through the door and out into the main hallway of her apartment floor. She was probably just overthinking things, but she swore Lucy was swinging her ass more than usual, only to giggle hysterically when Troian stared.