A/N: Welp I'm back with another oneshot.. This one is much dirtier than I originally intended oops ;) No straight out smut, but some pretty straight-forward references. Sensitive readers beware! I promise I'm still updating CSL and MC, I just got this idea and couldn't resist lol
Summary: Lucas knew Maya was trying to get under his skin. And with those damn mini-skirts? She sure was succeeding.
Lucas had always considered himself a gentleman. He was polite, he treated girls nicely, and fuck, he'd even have the decency not to stare at Maya's ass when she wore the skinny jeans he liked so much (or at least not when she'd notice. Even his ex-girlfriend Riley would vouch for him, since he'd never called either of her parents anything but ma'am or sir. Even when he and Riley broke up their sophomore year, he hadn't held any grudges and continued to be one of her close friends. So overall, Lucas being called a gentleman really wasn't a stretch, and anyone who knew him would probably vouch for it. Except maybe one of his friends.
Maya would constantly tease him, saying he was definitely a closeted pervert. Back in middle school he'd roll his eyes at these jokes, the overly dirty-minded thirteen year old that Maya was making him scoff at the ridiculous claims. Back then, he mostly thought about sports, his grades, and occasionally the awkward romance he had going with Riley, but never really of sexual things. And while Maya would end up being subject to many of his fantasies in a few short years, she wasn't that alluring in that way back then anyways. Her curves weren't really developed, and her wardrobe choice was a sort of mix of punk-rock styles and the kid's section of h&m. However as the years went on, these jokes that Maya made about Lucas' dirty mind became closer and closer to being accurate.
Lucas' crush on Maya started in eighth grade. That year was the year she had started to change her wardrobe and her hair, her personality toning down to a level of feisty that Lucas was much more fond of. They had started to hang out more that year, and he wouldn't admit it (because of the feelings he was expected to have for Riley), but he had started to develop a crush. It was a genuinely innocent schoolboy kind of crush, where he'd lay in bed and grin at his ceiling as he thought about her. While his eighteen year old self does often find himself lying awake thinking about Maya, he's generally doing a different thing than just grin whenever she crosses his mind.
It was much simpler back in the eighth grade. It was simply just a sweet, innocent crush. He could never stop thinking about her smile, about her blonde hair that always smelled of peaches and coconut, about the way her nose would scrunch up when she laughed. Lucas would be lying if he said he didn't still love these things about her, but they were now paired with some other feelings, feelings that were a bit more than a schoolboy crush.
It was Junior year when everything changed. Sure, Lucas spent a lot of Freshman and Sophomore year stealing glances at Maya's recently developed chest and behind (he was a gentleman, but he didn't have an iron will). However he was with Riley at the time, and he had the decency to shove any Maya-related gutter thoughts out of his mind for the sake of being a loyal boyfriend. But by the end of Junior year, him and Riley were broken up, and Lucas started to think of Maya without feeling guilty. And boy, did his imagination have some pretty filthy scenarios that Maya was inserted in.
In March of their Junior year, the weather had started to get warmer. It was also the first summer that Lucas was single, and Maya wore crop tops. And mini skirts. And tiny shorts that really shouldn't have counted as clothing (but he was definitely grateful that they did).
Lucas would constantly find himself checking Maya out; her perfect curves under the light fabric of her slip dresses, the soft looking skin of her waist that showed whenever she wore crop-tops, and don't even get him started on her ass in those damn short-shorts. Maya's ass had become his second favorite feature of hers (after her eyes. See? At least he had some class). Despite how hard it could be to restrain himself (and yes, he means himself), he could pull through. Thinking of his pre-calc teacher in lingerie, dead kittens and stuff could usually keep him from pitching an obvious tent in front of Maya, but there was only so much he could do. And it was the third-to-last day of school when Maya had him completely under her spell.
It was June fourth, and it was hot. New York City in the summer was an absolute bitch, and that day was one of the hottest of that season so far. So of course Maya shows up at school in a white tank top that showed the outline of her bra, tucked into a skirt that was about one inch from showing everyone her ass. But of course Maya didn't give a shit, being Maya, and walked around the halls like she didn't even notice that she was giving blue balls to literally every straight guy around her. And if it's even necessary to say this, Lucas was definitely one of them.
So here he stood, putting books in his messenger bag five minutes after school was out.
"Huckleberry!" Lucas hears from behind him, and he takes a deep breath, reminding himself not to look at her body if he wants to avoid a situation. He turns and sees Maya, grinning as she walks up to him with her bag slung over her shoulder. She looks perfect; her blonde waves tumbling around her bare shoulders, her eyes brought out by the black makeup that she's applied. Lucas lets his eyes flicker down to her chest briefly, not long enough for her to notice, but long enough for him to see how a small amount of sweat creates an accentuating sheen on her cleavage.
Think of the dead kittens. Think of the dead kittens.
"Hey, shortstack." He replies in the casual tone that he's mastered from months of hiding his arousal around Maya. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" He buckles his bag and swings it over his shoulder.
Maya pulls her bottom lip between her teeth in a grin and whips out a coupon from behind her back. "It's a buy one get one free for jamba juice. Riley gave it to me because she hates brain freezes, and a smoothie sounds like really good right now." Maya chuckles, pulling the coupon between her fingers. "I was thinking you could buy a smoothie since I'm so broke, and I'll mooch the free one off of you."
"I don't know, I'm pretty sure I have to-"
"Oh come on, hopalong, it'll be fun. And you know you can't give me the 'I have homework' excuse because of the field trip tomorrow." Maya rolls her eyes,reminding him of the class field trip they have to a waterpark the next day. "Riley is hanging with Farkle, so you're my next best option. And I'm in desperate need of a cold beverage."
"Okay I don't have homework, but I do have errands that my mom wanted me to run at some point.." Lucas sighs, shutting his locker and starting down the hall as Maya follows.
"Yeah, so run them at a point other than now." Maya shrugs, Lucas chuckling and gripping the strap to his messenger bag. "Come on, Luc. I feel like we haven't hung out with just us in like forever." She looks up at him as they walk, and Lucas glances down (way down, due to her only being up to his shoulders, even in heels), his eyes meeting hers as she gives him a small smile. And suddenly he can't even pay attention to her cleavage, her waist as it's hugged by her skirt; for the blue in her eyes makes his heart beat faster, faster than it does when he stares at her body, faster in a way that's driven by a deeper desire than one for sex.
Lucas smiles back at her before sighing and giving her a playful roll of his eyes. "Fine, I'll go. But don't even try to convince me that this isn't all a ploy for a free smoothie."
"Oh, I won't."
"Bananas are disgusting. I mean the texture? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Maya scoffs as the two of them hold their smoothies, walking down Maya's block after their escapade.
"They're not that bad! If they're unripe then I see your point, but blended together with other fruits in a drink it's hardly disgusting." Lucas rolls his eyes. "This is like all strawberry, basically."
"But the flavor is still there. It's an aftertaste." Maya snatches Lucas' smoothie out of his hands, Lucas responding with a mirthful scoff. He looks at her as her perfect lips wrap around the plastic straw, an image he'd had a hard time witnessing for the past half hour. Not counting every time she took a sip of her drink, Lucas had done a pretty good job at keeping his gutter thoughts at bay. It was pretty easy when he was hanging out with her one-on-one, since he'd have such a good time with her that fucking her was on his mind a lot less (keyword: less).
He watches Maya as her nose scrunches up in the way that he finds absolutely adorable, his smoothie soon shoved back into his hand as she swallows with a cringe. "See, you still get the weird taste. It's like my gramma's hand soap."
"You make a habit of eating your grandma's hand soap?" Lucas asks with furrowed brows, Maya flipping him off with a small smile playing on her lips.
They soon approach the stoop of Maya's apartment building, Maya stopping and turning to Lucas with a sigh.
"Can't say this was pleasurable, Friar." Maya say flatly as she searches her bag for her keys; sarcastically rude remarks being their way of communicating a lot of the time.
"The feeling is mutual." Lucas gives her a salute with his smoothie-free hand, Maya chuckling at him before turning and starting up the stairs of her stoop. Lucas is about to turn away, but is distracted as he hears a jingling noise, followed by a small curse from Maya. And then? That's when he knows he's done with.
Maya had dropped her keys on the step above her, and bent over at the waist to pick them up. At the waist. It was a quick glimpse, but Lucas had seen it nonetheless. Her short skirt had been short enough to show basically anything if she bent over, but since he was on a lower level, he saw a even more. A flash of black lacy panties and the smooth skin of her perfectly shaped ass was all it took to send his mind straight into the gutter.
Lucas averts his gaze and keeps walking down the sidewalk, fully aware that he's pitching a slowly growing tent right there on the street.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.." He repeatedly mutters to himself, trying his best to think of dead kittens and old women in lingerie, but it's not working. Images of Maya's ass keep flashing in his mind, images of how it would feel in his hands as he guided her up and down his throbbing-
Fuck. Dead kittens, dead kittens, dead kittens…
Lucas found it cruel of the universe to put him through this shit. He had wondered if he had done something to make it hate him, if this was all just karma catching up to him. But no, let's be realistic, he was Lucas Friar, also known as the straight A student varsity baseball player who volunteered at the animal shelter on the weekends. He hardly thought it could be his karma.
Maybe the universe was confused and upset about his infatuation of Maya Hart, the school's resident badass-hottie who had made out with a few too many twenty five year old bikers for her to be good in the eyes of karma. So why did Lucas like someone who was so different than him? He wasn't sure. But he knew that whatever higher power there is was punishing him for something, because there's no way any kind being would decide to drop a waterslide-park field trip on him right now. A water park field trip; as in a place where Maya could skip around in a swimsuit, her skin glistening with water and her hair damp and messy, and it would be considered normal and appropriate.
And shit, all it took was a flash of her ass and some lace to have him rushing home to jack off in his shower. But now? He was sitting on the school bus next to Zay, imagining what kind of little swimsuit Maya had on under the tank top and shorts she was wearing now. He rests his fist on the window beside him and stares at her from two seats over, a Miguel song playing in his headphones. He watches as she looks behind her at Farkle and laughs, her eyes squinting and her nose scrunching up in a way that he finds adorable. She hasn't worn her usual face of makeup because of the water, and he can see freckles sprinkled on her nose and cheeks that she usually covers up. He wishes she wouldn't.
Lucas jumps as his headphones are suddenly pulled off of his head by Zay, the drum beat of the song still audible.
"Dude." Zay chuckles, shaking his head. "Subtlety is key. Not blatantly obvious puppy-dog eyes."
"Oh, shut up." Lucas scowls, snatching his headphones from Zay's hands and placing them around his neck. "Don't try and act like you aren't just as obvious about Farkle."
Zay was bi, a commonly known fact around the school. They were lucky they lived in New York now, rather than Texas, where he was beat up by a bunch of assholes in the sixth grade for having a Zac Efron poster in his bedroom. Here on the other hand, nobody really cared. Nor did they care that Farkle was gay.
"Oh, hell naw. I drop hints, but I'm smooth like nobody's business." Zay smirks, glancing over at Farkle as he smiles and talks to Riley and Maya. "That lil' genius isn't gonna know what hit him."
"Just like he didn't when you asked him to prom? Oh wait!" Lucas smiles, before furrowing his brows in sarcastic confusion. "You didn't do that." He deadpans.
"Hey, don't get off topic. We're talking about Maya and the obvious thing you got going for her." Zay points a finger at him, Lucas laughing and rolling his eyes. "So don't give me shit about not making a move, mister longing-looks and sexual-tension-so-thick-you-could- cut-it-with-a-knife."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Lucas shrugs, glancing at Maya. She looks back at him as Farkle and Riley talk, giving him a small and almost suggestive smile. She soon breaks the gaze, looking back at Riley.
What the hell was that?
It took Maya a long ass time to realize that Lucas liked her.
She knows it seems surprising. He's not exactly subtle about it, right? He's kind of obvious, right?
The answer was yes. His feelings for her were pretty clear, clear to the extent that every one of Maya's friends knew about it before Maya even had a clue. Maya had experienced many guys hitting on her since she looked the way she looked, including college boys and drunk middle-aged men. However when guys had liked her in the past, it had always been as simple as "hey, nice ass. Want a beer?" which she would respond to with either "sure, why not", or "fuck off", depending on how hot the guy was. This was romance for Maya. It was what she was used to. So when Lucas was into her in a normal way? She couldn't even recognize it.
Sure, she had caught Lucas staring at her like a thirteen year old girl looking at a Zac Efron poster (or Zay looking at a Zac Efron poster), but she never thought anything of it. Just like she thought nothing of it when he'd randomly text her to see how she was doing, or bring her his mom's famous chicken soup when she was sick, or glare daggers at whatever guy she was flirting with at any given time. She just never really thought anything of it, at least not until the previous night.
She had bent over in that skirt on purpose. It was subtle, and ingenious, if she does say so herself, and it certainly did the trick. Maya had noticed him ogling her all day in the clothes she had on, catching him staring at her chest and ass at a few different occasions. She could tell he was more of an ass guy, since it was the place she caught him looking at the most, but he didn't seem too picky. At first she didn't think much of his staring, but it was when she asked him to get smoothies with her that she could really tell. When she first walked up to him, his eyes were focused right on her tits. It was brief, but Maya picked up on it all the same. His cheeks flushed red as well, and he immediately tried to say why he couldn't go. And that's when Maya decided she had to be sure.
She spent the hour with him being very dramatic about drinking her smoothie, taking the straw out and licking up the side of it, which made Lucas clear his throat as he averted his eyes. She also would take every chance she got to touch him, simply nudging his chest or putting a hand on his (irritatingly chiseled) bicep.
There was also one instance that she could tell really riled him up, and one that she didn't really plan either. When they were leaving the jamba juice, they passed a few women in the doorway. Maya hadn't noticed them until the last second, since she was saying something to Lucas, but when they approached she instinctively backed away a bit to make room for them in the doorway. Maya hadn't realized how close she was to Lucas, for when she backed up, she felt her ass brush right up against what felt like his crotch, or right below it. She heard his breath hitch as she did so, his hand jolting up and stabilizing her by tenderly placing his hand on her waist. She remembers how goosebumps erupted on her skin as she felt his hand there, and how suddenly aroused she was when she felt him brush against her backside.
It took her a few moments of walking to center herself, confused at these feelings she was getting for him all of a sudden. She had always thought that Lucas was handsome, because you'd be blind if you thought otherwise, but now she was starting to feel differently. Over the past few months, he had been getting more muscular and tall with sports and his last few growth spurts hitting him, and she's suddenly started to notice. Her feelings for him suddenly went from thinking he was cute to picturing what it would be like to have him push her against a wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he makes her scream, filling her deeply and erottically with his huge..
"Maya, why are you just standing there?" Maya jumps slightly and looks up at Riley, who's standing by the entrance of the bus, wearing jean shorts and a flowy top along with her brunette high ponytail. "We can get on the bus now."
"Right, sorry. I was spacing."
Maya follows a grinning Riley onto the yellow school bus, stepping up and scanning the passengers as she pushes a hand through her blonde hair. She finds herself looking for Lucas, but doesn't see him anywhere.
"Keep it movin, shortstack." Lucas' voice suddenly sounds from behind her, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up before she turns suddenly and meets his gaze. He has a black hoodie on with the hood up, his hair messy and cute as headphones are wrapped around his neck.
"Get a room!" Billy Ross yells from a seat in the back of the bus, a few other kids laughing as Maya breaks the gaze. She keeps walking, feeling Lucas' presence behind her. She's taken aback at her sudden feelings for him. It's like she's started to see him in a totally different way.
She makes eye contact with Riley who grins at her and pats the seat beside her, Maya walking over and sitting with a sigh, her bag dropping in her lap. She watches as Lucas sits two rows behind her on the other side of the bus, Zay sitting down beside him.
By the time the bus has started moving, Farkle and Sage are seated behind them, her and Riley turned around so they could talk.
"Maya, I didn't know you had freckles. They're adorable." Sage grins, her perfect white teeth showing against her brown skin. Sage is gorgeous, and Maya wishes she could look that good without makeup.
"Oh, god.." Maya chuckles, covering them with her hand. "They make me look like more of a five year old."
"Oh, shut up. You don't look five." Sage scoffs, hitting Mayas wrist.
"Well.. not all the time.." Farkle mumbles, Maya laughing and shoving his shoulder.
"I hate not wearing makeup. It's way comfier I guess.. But I look so dumb." Maya rolls her eyes.
"You're so pretty, would you shush!" Riley hits her arm. Riley is another goddess, with a bright and brilliant smile to go with her glowing skin and thick lashed brown eyes.
"Eh, whatever." Maya shrugs.
"Wait, but Maya," Farkle says quietly and leans forwards, "What's the deal with you and Luc?"
Maya scoffs, glancing over at Lucas almost subconsciously. He's looking at Zay with a small smile on his face as he talks to him, the angle of his head making Maya noticed his sharp jaw. She tears her eyes away and back to Farkle.
"There's no deal." She lies. "We went to get smoothies yesterday, but that was only because I wanted one. He's my friend."
"Who lowkey wants to have sex with you.." Sage raises her brows.
"Uh, more like highkey." Farkle scoffs, Maya snorting before she laughs. "I mean seriously, didn't you guys see him staring at her ass like all day when she wore that skirt?" He turns to Sage and Riley who both nod.
"It was like it was a snack." Sage smirks, Maya rolling her eyes.
"As much as this talk kinda grosses me out, they're right. He kept looking at your butt in Algebra since you sit in front of him." Riley scrunches her nose, the three of them going into a fit of laughter at the innocent Riley talking of such things.
"She's so right. When you got up and bent over to say something to Zay, his face went so red." Sage says between laughs. "He pretended to look at his work but then kept looking back at you every once and awhile. It was pathetic."
Maya lets out a slightly forced laugh. What Sage said was funny, but now she has some other things on her mind. She wouldn't admit it, but a part of her loves that she can do this to Lucas. She loves how he has to contain himself when he's around her, and it has those dirty thoughts creeping into her mind again. She pays no attention to another thing the other three laugh at, her blue eyes drifting over to Lucas.
He's leaned back in his seat, his phone in his hand as his headphones rest around his neck. He suddenly meets her eyes, baby blue clashing with seafoam green. He smirks ever so slightly, his long lashed eyes slightly darkened as Maya returns the look, her lips parting slightly as she can feel her breath hitch in her throat. Lucas shifts his head to work out a kink in his neck, breaking the gaze as he opens his mouth to say something to Zay. Maya lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, crossing her legs in an effort to soothe the pressure between them.
At this point, she knows she wants him. She knows he wants her. So she might as well have some fun with it, right?
"Alright juniors, listen up!" Their class advisor, Mr. Matthews speaks up as they walk to a grassy area at the park. "You guys can leave your stuff here, this is our checkpoint area. We want all of you to come here at noon so we can check on you. Then you can leave again. We'll be here till three. Also, everyone needs a buddy who you stay with at all times, no going off alone! But besides that, just have fun!"
Lucas chuckles to himself and throws his duffel bag into the grass, Zay doing the same.
"Wanna be my buddy?" Lucas says to Zay with a sarcastic tone, taking his hoodie off.
"Sorry, I told Farkle I'd be his." Zay wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, making Lucas laugh.
"Good. Maybe that'll force something to happen between you." Lucas chuckles, Zay sneering at him before pulling his shirt over his head.
"So then why don't you pair up with Maya?" Zay runs a hand through his small fro, giving Lucas a suggestive smirk. "How could you resist that lil' hottie in nothin' but a swimsuit?"
Lucas glances over at Maya as she sets her bag down in the grass, looking at Riley and saying something with a chuckle.
"Maybe because i'd be in major risk of a public.. Situation." Lucas stares at her almost subconsciously, subtly biting his bottom lip as she bends over at the waist to get something from her bag.
"Yeah probably." Zay chuckles. "But you should still do it. Just think of the kittens."
Yeah, Lucas told Zay about the kittens. Teenage boys can get to some weird conversations when staying up until three AM playing Halo and eating junk food.
"Will do." Lucas mutters as he follows Zay to where Maya, Sage, Farkle and Riley are standing.
"So, anyone need a buddy?" Lucas asks with an eyebrow raise, sort of hoping that Riley or Sage volunteer. They're both his pretty good friends, and he's not quite sure he can handle Maya in a bikini.
"I can't. I'm with you, right Riles?" Maya turns to Riley, whose brown eyes widen.
"Uh.. n-nope. I'm with Sage." Riley stammers, patting Sage's back with a satisfied smile.
"You are?-" Sage mutters a small 'ow' as Riley pinches her, before changing her tune. "You are. Yup."
"Looks like Lucas and Maya are the only ones left, right? Right. Okay Sage lets go." Riley beams, taking Sage's arm, making Sage cringe. "Have fun!"
And with that, they walk off, leaving Lucas and Maya by themselves on the grass.
"Well okay then." Lucas nods with a tight smile, turning to Maya.
"What a turn of events." Maya says flatly. "Well to get to the point; I don't care how much of a pussy you are, because we are going on that death drop slide whether you like it or not." She points a finger at him.
"I'm not opposed. Isn't that the one with the tube? Like the two person one?" Lucas asks, casually pulling his tee over his head, leaving him in his swim trunks. He hears no response as he throws his shirt towards his bag, and he looks back at Maya to see her silently staring at his muscles with a smirk and a raised brow. He realizes this is the first time they'd see each other in swimsuits, since going swimming isn't a very common activity in New York City.
"Need a napkin for that drool?"
Maya's eyes flicker back up to meet his, a dangerous glint between their baby blue. "Fuck you. And yes, its the one with the double tube. Don't get too excited though, it's only because I wanna go on the slide." Maya sneers, suddenly taking her own tank top off. And that's when Lucas knows he's totally fucked. And not in the way he wants.
Her body is just how it is in his fantasies; her waist small, her skin smooth, a bit of cleavage showing from the top of her light blue bikini. She soon bends over and pulls her shorts down her legs, showing her upper thighs and the smooth skin of her ass.
Dead kittens x1,000,000.
Lucas had done pretty well in controlling himself around her. He was very proud, especially considering how she looked when they were sitting in the tube, her cleavage bouncing with every bump, her hair getting stringy and wet, water droplets trickling down her curves and making his thoughts go so far down the gutter that he's afraid he'll be killed by the clown from It.
But here they stood, behind the ice cream shack, popsicles in their hands as Maya laughs at one of Lucas' remarks. They had went back there after getting the ice cream to hide from Mr. Matthews, who was trying to gather them for a group photo. Maya wanted to escape because she said she looked ugly, which made Lucas' heart break a bit, but he wasn't gonna argue against time alone with her.
"I'm telling you, you're delusional if you think coconut popsicles are even remotely good." Maya laughs, Lucas chuckling and shaking his head. "The chunks make me want to barf."
"Okay but those red-white and blue ones are all fake dye and stuff. Its nasty."
"Okay Sundance." Maya chuckles before licking a drip off the side of her popsicle before putting it in her mouth and sucking off the top.
Lucas clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck, trying to think of anything but what's crossing his mind at that moment.
"Lucas, can we cut the crap?"
And before Lucas can even comprehend her words, her popsicle is tossed into the grass, her hands sliding over his shoulders as she looks up at him with a smirk.
"Maya, what're you-"
"I know you want me. And I think I want you too.." Maya bites her bottom lip, Lucas' popsicle falling out of his hand as well. "Ever done it behind a concession stand?"
"Have you?" Lucas says quietly as he furrows his brows.
"Yeah, with some senior.. He was so-so." Maya mutters back, her eyes stuck on his lips. "So how about it, baby?" She bites her lip in a grin, but Lucas feels something unexpected.
Sure, he wants very badly to just take her right here against the wall, but he suddenly finds himself wanting something else more than that.
Her.
All of her.
"Maya.." Lucas sighs suddenly, running his hands down her arms.
"What? Is it how I look?" Maya backs away suddenly, her confidence vanishing. "I know I look like I'm five, I get it.. We could ditch and I could put something else-"
"Hey, stop." Lucas says quietly, stepping towards her again and tilting her chin up with his index finger. "You're beautiful. And I hate that you can't see that."
"Lucas.."
"No, listen." Lucas strokes her cheek with his hand. "I want you, Maya. And not just in that way. I want your laugh, your smile, the adorable way you scrunch up your nose. I want your freckles, I want your perfect blue eyes. I want your art, your humor, your stupid nicknames you give me."
"And how about the sex?" Maya fiddles with Lucas' necklace. "I know you want that too. Everyone does."
"Of course I do. Have you seen yourself?" Lucas chuckles, Maya timidly smiling and looking up to meet his gaze. "But it's not all that matters. I don't want you thinking that it's the best thing you have going for you, because you're amazing."
"What're you trying to say, hopalong?" Maya smiles slightly, Lucas wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his forehead on hers.
"I wanna be with you." He states, Maya's smile growing as he stares down at her. "And I want our first time to be more special than a quickie behind an ice cream stand."
Maya giggles, a sound that makes Lucas' heart melt.
"I think that can be arranged." She smiles, her hand sliding up to the back of his neck before she meets his lips in a languid kiss. Lucas cups her face in his hands, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. He feels a wave of bliss wash over his whole body, sex not on his mind. Only her. Only her soft lips. Only her soft skin. Only her warm heart and soul.
However as the kiss continues, Lucas would be lying if he wasn't extremely turned on.
The dead kitten thing might as well be useless at this point..