-SLOPPY SECONDS-

It is the first night that he has ever come back.

Clearly, the blonde bitch got him worked up enough on the card ride home. It is at the point where he's practically taking her in the doorway of her apartment. After answering the door clad in a white robe, still undressed beneath its fluffy material, he stares at her for a brief second. Her lip-gloss is still smudged against the edge of her jaw and bruises are beginning to form on her inner thighs. She masks her surprise at seeing him, greeting him with an open mouth as his tongue thrusts between her lips. Before the door has even clicked shut, his hand is palming her breast through her robe. Expertly turning the lock behind his back, she moans against his mouth as he slams her back against the white wood, his hands gripping her waist tightly and lifting her off her feet as his hips pin her against the door.

Her legs wind around his slender hips and squeeze tightly as she smirks to herself, his mouth trailing a hot line down her neck. Her bare core is pressed firmly to his pelvis, and she can feel the searing outline of his length pressing against the zipper of his jeans. One of her hands snakes up to his hair, gripping the short spikes hard and pushing his mouth farther into her skin desperately. But then, as suddenly as he'd stormed through her door, he pulls away from her as he unwraps her legs from his body, dropping her to the ground. Turning his back on her, he slithers towards the living room.

"So what'd she do?" she drawls coolly, casually loosening the belt of her robe as she pushes away the slight tightening in her chest. He pulls the dark hoodie he is wearing up over his shoulders and tosses it onto the floor. "How'd the Christian bitch disappoint you?" As he collapses back onto her couch, she slithers up behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. She feels the tenseness in his muscles and begins gently kneading them beneath her fingers. Kissing him, just under his ear, she lets her hands trail forward down his chest, smoothing out the wrinkles of his white t-shirt and resting her fingertips against the exposed elastic of his boxers.

"She promised to keep my in her prayers tonight," he snorts, tilting his head to the side. She bends her head lower, gently nipping at the crook of his neck. "Like God gives a shit about me. He didn't particularly care a few years ago, why should he care now?" She frowns slightly, her hands tugging at the belt securing his pants. Letting it flop open, she teasingly rakes her nails up his stomach, dragging his shirt up.

"Are you finally ready to give up on her?" she breaths in his ear. "Do you finally understand that you're never gonna get her?"

"Why bother? What I'm not getting from her," he grins, "I get from you in the meantime." She seriously considers slapping him and kicking him out, but by the time she gets around to opening her mouth his hands are already gripping her hair and pressing her against his neck. Finally tugging herself away from him, she retreats slowly towards her refrigerator, pulling out a small dish of strawberries.

"Want a snack before we fuck?" she says pointedly, watching him lick his lips. "I don't even know why I bother asking. You always do." Practically tossing one at him, she takes hers around to the other side of the coffee table, sitting herself on the couch. She knows that she's an expert at making fruit sexy. She watches him carefully after she finishes off the red berry. He lets an arm rest behind his neck, and she examines the ever-obvious scar on his pelvis. She can't remember where he'd told her that it'd come from, but it doesn't matter. He'd been lying. She couldn't have expected anything more honest. He comes to her over and over for release from sexual tension only. And she lets him because she needs to spite her mother.

But that can always change.

"That bitch got me so fucking hard," he hisses, unbuttoning his jeans. Rolling her eyes, she lets out a loud huff and turns away from him. "Jealously doesn't suit you," he sneers, tossing the stem from his strawberry back onto the plate. "Besides, you know that I'm always coming back. There's no one hornier at school." She smirks back, pulling one foot up onto the couch, perfectly aware of the way her robe falls open between her legs.

"True. I may even win Marc over one of these days."

"Marc?" His tone is harsh and demanding. She smirks, because jealously suits him.

"The guidance councilor. Molina." She runs her tongue over her teeth.

"You don't want him."

"How would you know? It's not like I confide in you a lot. You're getting harder and harder to get a hold of."

"Speaking of getting harder," he scowls and gestures at his pants, "Are you going to help me or not?" Standing up angrily, she snatches his glass away from him.

"Go wait in the bedroom." He glares at her, but slinks into the bedroom anyway. She follows slowly after replacing the dish in the refrigerator. His shirt and pants are already off and he is lying back with his hands behind his head. She's slowly discovering why sloppy seconds get thrown out. She sits between his slightly spread legs on the edge of the bed, and she grips his member firmly before beginning to pump up and down.

He stares at her. "What are you doing?"

She stares back at him, her fist easing up and down. "I'm doing what you asked. I'm helping you take care of your problem." She gives him a vicious squeeze and he grunts.

"Like that?" She glares at him and stops her ministrations.

"What do you suggest I do?" she hisses dangerously.

"Can I at least get a blowjob? I didn't drive all the way back here for something that I could do myself." He readjusts himself, leaning back against the headboard.

Her gaze is icy, and she grips him firmly as she growls, "If I put it near my mouth, I may bite it off."

He frowns. "What's up your ass?"

"Certainly not you." She lets go and crosses her arms as he smirks at her. He sits up straight, reaching out to gently rub his fingers over her arm.

"All this is jealousy over Gra—"

"Shut up. Shut up and get out." He kneels behind her, moving his hands to the front of her robe. He pulls at the tie, and she struggles with him.

"You don't want me to leave." She doesn't. "You want me to stay." She does. "You want to get naked with me and have sex all night long." He chuckles lightly in her ear and she closes her eyes tightly. He pulls open her robe, and she leans back against his shoulder as his hands grope at her breasts. His fingers dance down to stroke between her legs, and she sighs.

Later, when he falls asleep, she watches him. His head is turned towards her and his chest is moving up and down with his steady breaths. Bending down, she presses a kiss to his cheek, something that she has never actually done before. Fuck buddies don't do that. It's unnecessary. Slowly, his body rolls towards her, and his arm flings over her waist. He subconsciously hugs her close and her hand moves to cover his wrist. Smiling, she turns her head to kiss his cheek again. Maybe if she keeps doing it he'll keep holding on.

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AdrianLee&RickyUnderwood.

TheSecretLifeoftheAmericanTeenager.

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Author's Note: Alright. Here's another little drabble from me. I actually stared writing this one a long time ago, and I just never got around to finishing it up so that I could post it. This goes back all the way to season one when Ricky was pursuing/dating Grace. These drabbles, I should mention, might be a little out of order once in a while. If I ever get as far as the season two storyline, I might sometimes feel like going back to the older plot points. This drabble, actually, probably would have come before Home, maybe even before Kinky. I have another drabble that I'll probably be posting soon, depending on how much revision I decide I have to do. It's called 'Prison'. Oh, and by the way, I squealed like crazy when Ricky told off Ruben, and then I squealed again when Adrian called him her boyfriend. (I mean, come on. That's an EEP! moment. :D) And I also noticed that, as of the last two episodes, Adrian and Ricky seem to be the only sensible ones and Amy is a whiny, annoying jerkface. As my friend said, you know things are pretty bad when those two start making the most sense.

Alright, so this is a bit of shameless advertising on my part: for anyone who is also a High School Musical fan (mostly Chad/Sharpay, possibly a little onesided Troy/Sharpay and minor background Troy/Gabriella) I have a oneshot called Blood Red and Misery Black that I posted a while back. (It's not violent and there is no self-harm or character death, if you got that impression. The title is just a little misleading.) Just in case anyone is interested, I thought I would mention it. Plus, I was a little unsure of it and was hoping for some constructive feedback.

Okay. Anyway. Back to the drabble at hand! As always, reviews are greatly appreciated! I love hearing peoples' opinions!