Author Note: Thanks for the reviews...this next chapter is a bit more into the sexiness, but I hope you enjoy it. It's really going to push the storyline along.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...I do own Meg and half of Lily/Kaya though, pity I had to share the other half of Lily/Kaya and the whole of Kat with vix844. :-(

Katie Fitch attracted boys. It wasn't a question, it was fact. Walking down the corridors at college, heads would turn, all male eyes on her. All female eyes watched too, but with jealousy and loathing. She didn't plan to be the one all the boys watched; the one all the girls hated. That was just how it ended up.

"Alright Katiekins, you wan' a repeat of the other night?" Cook asked, following her down the corridor towards her history lesson.

"Not even if you paid me," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she continued walking.

"Aww, but you and me make sense babe, you're hot, I'm hot, what more can you ask for?"

"Someone who isn't a cock?" she suggested, turning to face him with a grin on her face.

She knew he was insatiable and that any hint of possibility would only make him want her more. She hated Cook. She hated his sleazy ways. But she craved his attention. Holding up an empty water bottle she let it fall to the floor, before bending down, making sure Cook had full view as she retrieved it from the floor. They both knew it wasn't an accident.

"You're killing me here, babe," he moaned, cupping the front of his trousers with two hands and rearranging his crotch.

"I'll see you later Cook," Katie muttered, walking off as he shouted after her.

"The club tonight, eight o'clock, don't be late."

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The twins walked in side by side, much to Emily's disapproval. Katie always made sure they walked into a room full of possible suitors together. She knew that showing off her twin status would have all of the men eating out of the palm of her hand. Within seconds a couple of guys had approached and after a few suggestions, Emily muttered something and disappeared off through the crowds.

"Sorry about her, she's gay you know, not really interested in guys," Katie informed them.

The look in their eyes, she knew she'd said the right thing. They wanted her more now. But she just gave them a smile and walked towards the bar.

"I'll have a…" she began to order, when the rough sound of Cook's voice interrupted.

"Six shots; three for me and three for the lady," he demanded, "If you can call her that."

Raising an eyebrow, Katie accepted the shots and downed them within minutes. Normally she didn't accept drinks from Cook, but the first drink of the night didn't matter too much. Her head was already buzzing from the effect of alcohol. She thanked Cook and disappeared into the crowd, letting unfamiliar hands run down her sides as she danced with strangers.

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"You gonna fuck me or what?" Cook asked, pulling her close.

Katie's head was clouding over, the effect of the alcohol sending her body into a dazed, but happy mood. She wrapped her arms around Cook's neck and they swayed to the music. She pressed herself up against him, forcing his excitement. His hands ran down her sides, until one slid across her thigh and back up the inside of her leg.

"Fuck off," she snapped, hitting his hand out of the way and walking to the side of the dance floor. But Cook was Cook and he didn't let up easily.

"Come on baby, just a quick willy waggle, you know you want to,"

The wall hit her back as Cook's mouth pressed against her lips. She could taste the alcohol and tobacco he'd consumed. The pungent smell that left her shaking. It made her want to push him away, to get away from the smell that made her feel physically weak. But she didn't move. She had to stay, she had to breath in that scent. It was her punishment. She hated Cook, she'd always hated Cook. But she let his hands move up the inside of her leg as he pushed his excitement against her.

"Fuck," he gasped.

It took seconds for him to release the button on his trousers, his face inches from her neck. She was going to be fucked by Cook. It was going to happen. But she didn't want it. As much as she liked to tease him. She didn't want to go further than a kiss and a fondle. So she pushed him away.

"Bitch," he snapped, "What'd you do that for?"

She gasped, "I'm not going to fuck you Cook."

"You fucking tease, you know you want me, I know you want me, so let's just do it," Cook groaned, "Fucking making me hard without letting me put my finger in the pie, you can fuck off, I'm getting my pie tonight."

"No." Katie snapped, trying to stay strong in her words, but her ice was melting as his words sunk in. She was a tease, she had always been a tease. This was her punishment.

"Come on babe," Cook muttered, holding her against the wall again, "Let's me and you party like it's 1999."

She didn't want to do it. She didn't want to let him fuck her. But this was her punishment. Her head fell back against the wall, that pungent smell running through her senses. Hands traced the lines already etched on her thighs from previous conquests, pulling her closer to Cook, pulling them together. She didn't want him there, she didn't want to feel his skin against hers, or that disgusting smell on her breath. But this was her punishment and there was nothing she could do about it.

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