Hello my lovelies!

Look at me, being all good about updating. I had this sudden idea for a chapter that might add some more Rucas fluff into here because we all know we are Rucas trash.

So I got this idea from the usual fanfictions about this happening and then I just decided to combine it with an AU post from tumblr. So the idea isn't strickly mine. Anyways…

Disclaimer: I do not own GMW or BMW or the FitzSimmons trope

There had been a small point in time when Lucas and Riley's lips had touched. And it wasn't innocent. It was lust filled and passionate. It was also made clear that this happening was to be forgotten and never spoken of again.

They were nineteen when it happened. A good three years after their initial meeting and friendship. As most know, the two have incredible chemistry. Not a lot of people know about how deep that chemistry actually goes. Or how it ended up exploding in the best (or worst) way possible. In the end of it all, explosions of these kinds would happen twice with Riley and Lucas. The first was in the past, the second was yet to come.

As it was, the two were nineteen. They were on their junior year at the university and had recently discovered the boiler room, or the underground bar for literature students. Lucas and Riley had went down there one day on an invite from Riley's friend, Ross, who was a short, muscular girl. She had left Riley there telling her to loosen up and live a little. Immediately after Ross went to talk to a boy across the bar, Riley had called Lucas and begged him to bring her back to their apartment.

He found her thirty minutes later, clutching her messenger bag, cringing at the smell of alcohol that surrounded her and nursing a cup of coke. Pushing through the mostly drunk students he got within Riley's area and lightly placed his hand comfortingly on the small of her back. She jumped a good two inches off the barstool and he watched with concern as panic filled her eyes before returning back to one of relief.

Without thinking he pushed a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear. Purposely making contact with her skin on the way. That sent a shiver down her spine, a noticeable one at that. She saw Lucas smirk at her reaction before gesturing his head to the door of the boiler room. She nodded fervently and Lucas slowly slipped his hand into hers making sure that she had time to pull away if she wanted to. She suddenly didn't.

He pulled her through the crowd, gripping her hand as if she might float away. When they got outside the building entirely, Riley doubled over, hitting the pavement and gasping for air.

"Woah there, party animal," Lucas warned. She looked up at him with a glare and he smiled back and reached out his hand which she used to pull him down with her. "Evil," he muttered before getting up and bringing Riley up as well.

They walked in silence to their apartment. Until Lucas broke it with a question.

"Did something happen back there? Before I came to get you."

Riley shook her head quickly and he gave her a look in return.

"No, nothing happened," she replied harshly. "It's just-just not my scene."

They reached the apartment building soon after. He watched her every move, noticing when she pulled her hoodie tighter and when she bounced on the balls of her feet nervously, a tick that she adopted.

As soon as they entered their apartment she rushed to her room, slamming the door shut before he could even object. He shed his jacket, throwing it on the nearest chair in the room and followed the hallway down to her door.

Three knocks. "Ri, please let me in."

There were a couple small footsteps and then the door slid open. He entered cautiously, moving towards her and where she was, sitting on her bed cross-legged and twiddling her thumbs.

"Thank you for coming to get me. I should've never let Ross convince me into going into the boiling room it was stupid."

"Hey," Lucas said, grabbing her hands and sitting on the bed. "Breathe, Ri."

At that moment, he looked at her. Her doe eyes glazing over and her mouth forming an 'o' shape so that she could exhale. He suddenly couldn't breathe. His throat closed and his heart starting beating so fast that he swore that she could hear it. He watched her mouth as it moved, as her lips licked it. And he just needed to be closer. So much closer.

He leaned forward and she froze. "Lucas," she whispered.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked. Riley looked at him, searching his eyes for any sort of sign for hesitation. She found absolutely none. So she nodded, very very slowly.

And then there was heat. So much heat. His lips captured hers slowly and sweetly. His hands released from hers and moved one to her waist and the second to her cheek, to hold her closer. Hers went to his hair and his neck. She pulled on his hair and he moved his hand more to the middle of her back, leaning into her with more pressure, making the kiss less sweet and more hard and passionate.

She moved more into him so that he could sit cross-legged again and that she could straddle him. Which she did without ever letting go of his mouth or any other part of him.

Soon their hands started to wander. Hers moved down to his chest and his moved slightly under her shirt so that he could feel the strip of skin on the top of her jeans.

When they broke apart, only because oxygen was in high demand, they leaned their foreheads against each other, just looking at the other. He gave her a smaller, quicker kiss and she moved off of him and back into her original position.

"Woah," he breathed. Still gasping for air.

"I-uh-um," she stuttered, scared and craving more.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-I didn't even want to," he rambled. Not fully aware that he was making Riley think that he never wanted to kiss her in the first place. "I'm sorry."

Her heart dropped and she backed up a little more, tucking her feet under the blanket on her bed. "Yeah, no we'll just forget about this."

"No I meant-well-it's just," he paused, the gears in his head turning. "No yeah, you're right we'll just be friends right?"

She nodded awkwardly and he backed up as well. "Friends, yeah, exactly."

He left and they both ended up staying in their rooms avoiding each other for the rest of the week. Both had unlocked feelings that they had hidden for so long. Just so that in a brief moment they could indulge themselves in each other. But then reality came crashing down, and Lucas had said the wrong thing and even though something had shifted, things would end up being the same.

And then there was now. Brief moments when Lucas or Riley had felt extreme care and love for the other, only to push it and suppress it so far down that they instantly forgot. When they looked at the other and remembered a time where they had both been so extremely and utterly happy, only to go back to a time when they couldn't even express anything towards the other.

They had both done a good job at forgetting the past. Though it did come up once and a while. Lucas would feel the intense need to kiss Riley when she was dancing or singing or even smiling at him. And Riley would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and just feel the urge to sneak over to him and lie down in his bed. But they had both promised each other not to dig up the past. They were better as friends. They worked better as friends. But then again, they never did have the courage to try to work together as anything more.

So that was the small little filler chapter. And we now know what the twos feelings are towards each other.

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