A/N: hey bbs! Also Jesus it's been so long lololol I'm sorry.. but anyways I came up w this idea while watching Friends and now I have to do it lmao.. Honestly anytime I want a one shot idea I just watch friends bc there are so many hahaha
Summary: Lucas and Maya broke up. Not something their group of friends really expected to see, but Maya just couldn't handle how jealous Lucas would get of other guys she spoke to. However, soon after the break up, Maya's step father offers Maya his beach house for the weekend. Ecstatic, Maya invites all her friends for a summer weekend at the beach. Without Lucas. But what happens when they have car troubles, and the only person they know who's good with cars is Lucas? Everyone wants to call him for help. So they do. And Maya is pissed.
Also disclaimer;; I know nothing about cars so if you're into mechanics and you're baffled by how much the car talk in this doesn't make sense, I genuinely apologize. The guy I'm kinda dating is way into cars and I can already sense how much he'd be judging me about the car talk in this lmao
Rating: M for hot & bothered lucaya ;)
Lucas sits in the driver's seat of his old red pickup truck, driving down the highway with his windows rolled down in an effort to cool down his truck in the New York heat. July weather in the city was no joke, and Lucas' shitty truck not having a working air conditioner wasn't helping. Lucas was glad he could pick up his speed now that he had reached the highway, for the breeze flowing through the car was something spiritual. Better than his mama's chili. Better than sex with Maya.
Well, maybe that was a stretch.
Lucas missed Maya, plain and simple. He missed holding her, he missed kissing her, he missed the cute way her nose would scrunch up when she laughed. He missed her freckles that she always tried to hide with makeup, he missed her blonde hair, and how it always smelled like peaches. He missed her beauty, inside and out, but he couldn't just get back together with her. Not after what she did.
Maya didn't understand what guys thought of her, and she was too stubborn to try. In her eyes, Lucas was being too jealous and possessive. But she also didn't realize that her laughing and touching the arm of her ex boyfriend while wearing a tiny skirt and a crop-top was quite a bit more suggesting to some horny guy than it seemed to her. It was like she was blind to how irresistable she was to men, and Lucas was just another one of those lovestruck suckers. The only difference was that she chose him back, so of course he was terrified of losing her. He loved her. Loves her. But to Maya, his jealousy was sprouted from greed. And the fact that she could even think that? It pissed him off more than a lot of things.
Yet no matter how pissed he is, he finds himself driving in this horrible heat to fix Maya's shitty volvo at a rest stop on route twenty. It was Riley who called him, begging him to come and saying that Maya didn't mind at all. He knew that this was definitely a lie; Maya's stubbornness being a contributing factor to their breakup; but he didn't care. Everyone else in that car were his best friends, and he wasn't about to leave them hanging because of a dispute with him and Maya.
Lucas runs a hand through his hair as his other one holds the wheel, wiping sweat from his brow as he's cooled by the breeze. He stretches out a kink in his neck before moving his hand down to the radio and twisting the knob. He flips through stations until an old country song plays, and he immediately remembers the events of a Saturday the previous month.
Lucas walks up to his and Maya's apartment after getting out of work at the veterinary clinic where he works. Maya works as an art teacher in a nearby High School, so her work day ends about two hours before his.
He opens the apartment's front door and immediately hears the shower running, along with Maya's pretty voice humming a song. Lucas smiles to himself and takes off his jacket, hanging it on a hook as he's left in just one of his black v-necks. He walks closer to the door, Maya seemingly not aware that he's home. He listens closer as she sings to herself, and it suddenly occurs to him just what she's singing.
He recognizes it immediately as one of his favorite bluegrass songs, one of the many that she whines at whenever it's played. Lucas grins to himself and leans against the doorframe, hearing as she turns the water off and her humming is more audible.
"So many things you've promised turn to lies.." She softly sings to herself, Lucas hearing her pull a towel from the cabinet. He crosses his arms and keeps from laughing, waiting for the right moment to make his presence known.
Lucas hears the faucet run for a moment, Maya humming one of the guitar tunes in a way that makes him grin ear to ear.
Lucas chuckles and walks into the kitchen, grabbing a pan off of the rack. It makes a clang, and Maya's singing suddenly stops.
"Hey babe, tonight I thought I'd make that eggplant pasta you like so much. That sound okay?" Lucas smirks to himself, taking out some ingredients as he hears the bathroom door open. He turns to see Maya, wringing her hair out with a small towel and walking towards him, just wearing underwear and one of his tee shirts that reaches her mid-thigh. He has a hard time finding the motivation to tease her when she's standing there looking like that, but he continues.
"Yeah, that sounds great." Maya nods, walking to the corner and throwing the towel in the hamper. Lucas takes a knife out of the holder and goes to the fridge for an eggplant he had bought the day before. "So Luc, by any chance, did you.. Uh.."
"Hear you singing country music?" He puts down the eggplant on the cutting board and turns towards her again. "Oh yes."
Maya's freckled cheeks go red, a small smile playing on her lips. "What're you smirking at?" She asks, crossing her arms and walking towards him. "It was just stuck in my head. From you playing it all the damn time."
"Yeah, sure. Okay."
"Fuck you."
"I love you."
Maya gives him a small smile and walks over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist as he hugs her to him from her waist. He places a kiss onto the top of her head, Maya giggling and craning her neck to meet his gaze from a foot below. He smiles at her, planting a soft kiss on her lips and feeling his heart swell.
"I love you too, huckleberry." Maya smiles.
"And my music taste."
"Yet again.. Fuck you."
"You'd like that, huh?"
"Well.." Maya smiles mischievously, playing with the hem of the v-neck of his shirt. "I did miss you today."
"For those whole six hours we were apart.." Lucas pulls her to him again, gently stroking her thigh with his fingers as he plays with the hem of his shirt that she's wearing. "Yeah, I missed you too."
"How about we make up for those hours apart?" Maya smirks up at him, their faces inches apart. "Why don't we get as far from apart as we possibly could?"
"What about the eggplant?"
"Fuck the eggplant."
Lucas grins, Maya squealing as he picks her up with ease and throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Maya laughs and kicks as he carries her to their bedroom, throwing her down on their bed and immediately crawling over her, kissing her and doing things that make them end up having a pretty late dinner.
Lucas smiles to himself at the memory, wishing they could just have what they did before. When Maya wasn't acting overly aggressive and insensitive, she was perfect. They were perfect. But some things just don't work out.
Lucas sees a sign for the rest stop where Riley said they were, so he takes a deep breath and turns into the stop.
He drives up to a lot where he immediately spots Maya's boxy car, His friends hanging around in certain places around it. Riley is pacing by the hood of the car as Zay examines the smoking engine. Lucas almost laughs at this, for Zay knows nothing about mechanics. He'd trust Maya to fix his car way before he'd ask Zay to give it a look. Farkle is sitting in the passenger seat, his feet up on the dashboard as he flips through radio stations. And then there's Maya. Leaning against the side of the car, her arms crossed; the tiny shorts and tank top she has on sending Lucas' mind to the gutter more quickly than he'd likely admit.
He watches as her piercing blue eyes glare at his pickup, Riley's head soon turning towards him as relief fills her face. Lucas parks his truck and gets out, shutting the door and walking over. He's overwhelmed by the heat again, glad he's at least wearing a white tank top to keep him somewhat cool with the overly-warm jeans he has on. He makes eye contact with Maya as soon as he approaches them, but she simply shoots him a glare and raises her brows in a challenging look. Lucas clenches his jaw, trying his best to ignore her and look to Riley.
"Thank god you're here!" Riley chuckles, walking up with a swing of her brunette high pony and giving him a quick hug. He gives her a small smile, walking up to the car and looking at the spot on the engine emitting smoke. Zay steps away and wipes grease on his cargo shorts. "The engine just sort of started making a weird puttering noise, and then smoke was coming from the hood, so Maya pulled into here and it hasn't stopped smoking since then."
"Yeah, that's common. Your cooling fan stopped functioning." Lucas responds, blowing away some smoke and bending over the hood. "Maya, do you still have those tools?"
"What tools?" Maya asks, Lucas glancing up at her to see her brows furrowed spitefully.
"The ones I bought you so you could actually take proper care of this heap that you call a car?" Lucas gets up from leaning over, watching Maya's eyes briefly glance at his exposed arm muscles as he wipes grease onto his jeans.
"Right." She responds bitterly, pushing herself off of the car door with a scowl. "They're in the trunk. I'll get them." Maya walks around to the trunk of her car, Lucas waiting by the hood, annoyed by her cold way of speaking with him. It's been like that since they broke up, and it bugged the shit out of him.
She walks up to him and shoves the toolbox into his chest, Lucas taking it with a ticked off expression. He bites the inside of his cheek, watching her as she walks away. He hates how he can be incredibly irritated with her, yet his eyes are still helplessly drawn to her perfect ass as she walks. He hates how much Maya can mess with his head; how he can want to strangle her, yell at her, and then suddenly feel like he wants nothing more than to fuck her. It's a quite overwhelming rush of emotions, but she does that to him. He could never explain why, but she just does. And it's just about enough to drive him crazy.
Lucas glances back up at Maya from in front of the car, opening the toolbox as he looks out the tops of his eyes. She leans back up against the car, pushing back her blonde hair before crossing her arms over her chest. She glances at him and sees him staring, her blue eyes matching the darkened gaze that swims in Lucas's stare. Lucas suddenly feels a shiver run down his spine at her gaze, her blue eyes staring right through him, as if she was thinking of him in the same compromising positions as he was her. He tears his eyes away and rubs the back of his neck, taking out a wrench. He puts it in his right hand, sparing Maya a brief smirk before he starts to tighten a bolt. He hears her clear her throat, seeing her shifting and rubbing her thighs together in the corner of his eye.
Maya stares into the mirror of this damn rest stop, glaring at herself as she wishes she was dead.
The bathroom has no AC whatsoever, and it smells like rancid pee, but she could care less. All she can think about is how Lucas is right outside, fixing her car, and looking infuriatingly fuckable in that white tank top. A tank top was always a look she loved on Lucas, most likely because of his amazing arms being on full display. Quite frankly, she would prefer him in no clothes at all, but you take what you can get.
However that's the issue. If they were still together, Maya would be eating this up. Hell, they'd probably be fucking each other's brains out in one of these stalls by now. But they aren't dating. So Maya can't just jump his bones as she pleases.
"Think of his stupid fucking jealousy.." Maya mutters to herself, closing her eyes and trying to get rid of her arousal. "Think of the time with Josh.."
"It's so crazy. I feel like I haven't seen you since you were in high school." Josh chuckles, the two of them standing by the bar at Topanga's. Josh came in to see Topanga, just when her and Lucas went to get coffee. She spotted him while Lucas was in the bathroom, and she finds it strange to catch up with her ex boyfriend. He looks more or less the same as he did three years before, but with a shorter haircut and a bit of stubble on his jaw.
"I know, it's weird." Maya shakes her head, leaning on the bar. "So how old are you now, 25?"
"26, actually.." Josh sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's strange, it's like the switch from 25 to 26 happens and you start feeling old all of a sudden."
Maya laughs, tucking her blonde hair behind her hear. "Man, I'm only 22 and I'm still scared of getting to 23."
"Oh, don't worry about it. You look fantastic." Josh smiles, Maya snorting and shoving his arm.
"Hey now, don't try to butter me up, boing." Maya chuckles, Josh laughing at her remark.
"Holy shit, I forgot about that name.." Josh shakes his head with a grin. "I remember you jumping on my back all the time like it was yesterday."
"Eh, what can I say.. I was an aggressive 14 year old with a crush. It was new to me." Maya chuckles with a shrug. "But to be fair to my teen self, I kinda still do jump onto my boyfriend's back fairly often."
"Boyfriend?" Josh quirks a brow. "And who'd that be?"
"That'd be me, actually." Lucas' voice sounds from behind Maya, Maya feeling his hand lingering on her waist. "Josh, right?"
"Yup." Josh replies with a tight smile, shaking Lucas' hand. "And you're.."
"Lucas." Maya replies. "Don't you remember him? Him and his friend Zay were always hanging around with me and Riles."
"Right, Lucas.." Josh nods. "You were best man at my niece's wedding, weren't you?"
"Yeah. Me and Farkle are pretty close." Lucas responds, the conversation starting to feel a little awkward.
Josh soon clears his throat, picking up a paper cup of coffee from the counter. "Well, I should get going. My lunch break is almost over." Josh sighs, smiling at the both of them. "It was really cool catching up with you guys."
"Yeah, you too." Maya replies, Josh soon waving and walking away.
As soon as he's gone, Maya grabs Lucas' collar and pulls him past the counter and towards the stock room in the back.
"Maya, what're you-"
"Not now, Topanga." Maya interrupts Riley's confused looking mother as she drags her annoyed boyfriend to the back of the cafe.
The two of them walk into the stockroom, Maya soon slamming the door behind them and turning to Lucas with a twirl of blonde locks and an angry expression.
"What the hell is up with you?" Maya crosses her arms, Lucas sighing and rolling his eyes with a ticked off look. "You came out there talking like I was your property. I'm not. I'm my own person!"
"You and him were flirting like you did when you were together! You even hit his arm and gave him that cute laugh where you scrunch up your nose and shit." Lucas stammers the last bit, genuine hurt in his green eyes.
"So?" Maya scoffs. "You're acting like you walked in on him leaning in for a kiss."
"Maya.." Lucas sighs, exasperatedly pushing a hand through his hair. "I don't like seeing you talking with guys in that way."
Maya scoffs.
"I know it's probably unfair, but you know what? I don't give a shit. You're your own person, of course you are, but your love? It's mine." He steps closer to her, putting his hands on her waist, making her breath hitch. "Your hugs, your kisses, your flirting.. The way you lean into me when we watch movies, and then the way the movie isn't interesting anymore once you start to kiss my neck.." He slides a hand down to her ass and holds it firmly, her lashes fluttering slightly as she lets out a small sigh. "And your sex.." He adds, right against her ear. "Mine. Not Josh's. And picturing it being anyone else's? It drives me crazy."
"No, you can't just say that shit and grab my ass and expect me to not be upset.." Maya sighs, clearing her throat as she suddenly pushes Lucas off of her. He looks amazing; his messy hair, his flushed face, the way his white tee shows his perfect arm muscles. "Because you.. You…" Lucas stands there, unamused, looking unbearably hot. "Uh.." Maya loses her train of thought, licking her lips quickly and meeting his eyes for a moment. Only a moment.
And then they're moving to each other, his hands swiftly holding either side of her neck as their lips meet in a fervent kiss. Her body is pressed flush against his, her hands frantically clutching the collar of his tee as they desperately make out. Lucas' hands soon slide down her sides, running along the curves of her waist and hips before his arms fully wrap around her waist and he hugs her closer to him.
Maya hooks her leg up onto his hip, a strangled moan coming from deep in Lucas's throat as she arches her back and grinds herself against him.
"Are we doing this here?" Lucas mutters against her lips before kissing her again.
"Shut up and fuck me, Huckleberry."
It almost seemed like having sex in random and uncomfortable locations was the theme of their relationship. The sex was actually the best after they fought, in Maya's opinion, but maybe that was just because she was essentially a pint-sized ball of rage and burning sexual attraction for Lucas. She never really admitted it, but she knew she found satisfaction in unleashing his old Texas-Lucas side in the bedroom (or the janitor's closet, or literally anywhere they could find).
But she was over it. At least, she'd like to think she was, but was she even sure anymore? Not really. It had been around a month since they broke up, and being without Lucas (and his godlike body and sexual ability) had gotten gradually easier with time. Still not totally great, that being whenever she thought of his body on top of hers, but she was now better at coping with it.
Maya sighs and splashes cold water on her face, praying that Lucas is done so she can get to the damn beach house with her friends. She walks away and grabs a paper towel, wiping her face and heading out of the bathroom. She sees Lucas shutting the hood of her car, and she hears the puttering of it's engine. She's flooded with relief, walking over to the car.
"Thank god.." Maya groans, tucking her hair behind her ear. Lucas gives her a small, toothless smile, which she returns.
"Maya, please just let Lucas come." Riley sighs, crossing her arms.
"Riley, don't worry about it.." Lucas sighs, running a hand through his hair. Maya can't help but notice the grease on his hands and his shirt; the sheen of sweat accentuating his arm muscles.
God, why does he have to be so gorgeous?
"No, seriously, you two. We were all talking.." Riley insists, the other three standing behind Riley and agreeing. "We want to be able to hang out with both of you. Our group has always stuck together, and we're not gonna give that up because of your stupid breakup."
Maya sighs, running a hand through her blonde hair. She turns to Lucas and gives him a flat expression, before groaning and nodding. "Fine. Ranger Rick can come along if he'd like."
Riley grins and claps her hands, turning to Lucas. "So, what'd you say? Wanna come?"
Lucas sighs. "What the hell. I'll never turn down getting wasted on a beach with Zay and Izzy."
"Oh, he knows what's about to go down.." Zay chuckles, clapping Lucas on the back with a chuckle.
"But hey, guys. We're not finished." Izzy says suddenly, looking to Zay with a firm expression.
"Right, right.." Zay nods, Maya furrowing her brows in confusion.
"What do you mean?" Maya asks, crossing her arms.
"You two are riding together, whether you like it or not." Zay says, the others nodding as Riley shamefully looks at her feet.
"What?" Maya and Lucas say at the same time.
"We're sick of dealing with your shit all the time!" Farkle exclaims, everyone looking to him in slight shock at his outburst. "When you're apart, you're always complaining about each other. When you're together, you're always arguing. And then the other half the time, you're having blatantly noticeable eye sex and making the rest of us uncomfortable."
"So maybe if you're just alone together for awhile, you can sort out some sort of mutual tolerance agreement." Izzy shrugs. "We're not trying to get you back together, we just want you guys to not hate each other as much."
"This is bullshit. You can't force me to ride with him. I won't do it." Maya exclaims frustratedly.
"I never really thought I'd ever say this again, but I'm with Maya." Lucas nods, crossing his arms.
"We expected this to happen." Zay sighs, pulling Maya's keys out of his pocket. "That's why we took these."
"You guys are assholes.." Maya groans, before looking to Riley. "Riles? You agreed with all of this?"
Riley sighs, rubbing her arm. "You guys are both my best friends. I can't stand the idea of not being able to hang out with you in the same room ever again. I don't want to have to schedule our plans around you two. I just want my best friends back." She says sadly, Maya's heart sinking slightly.
Maya looks to Lucas, who seems to be thinking the same thing as her.
"Fine. But just remember, you're all on my list now." Maya says bitterly, pointing at them and turning towards Lucas's truck.
"Bye guys." Lucas says to everyone from behind her, getting a few goodbyes from them before he follows Maya.
It had been a half an hour in the car with him. A half an hour, and neither of them had said a word.
Thirty minutes may not seem like that long, but when you're sitting in an overheated car with your ex-boyfriend; the air humid with heat as well as sexual tension; thirty minutes feels like a lifetime.
Since Lucas had shown up around seven at the rest stop, it had started to get darker. The sun was getting lower in the sky, and Maya swore she could see some storm clouds looming in the distance.
Maya sighs and puts her sneakered foot on the dashboard, crossing her legs as she looks out her open window. They're on an open road, no other cars in sight. They had broken away from the others when they had to stop for gas, Lucas's gas-guzzler of a truck getting on Maya's last nerve.
"You're gonna get my dashboard dirty." Maya almost jumps as Lucas finally breaks the silence, his eyes still on the road. Maya leaves her feet up, staring out of the window as she replies.
"We've had sex against your dashboard." She replies flatly. "I think that's a bit dirtier than my sneakers."
She can hear Lucas dryly chuckle, and she looks back at him with a satisfied smirk. His mouth is slightly quirked up in that crooked smile of his, his eyes placed on the road as he rubs his jaw with his free hand. He glances over at her for a moment, his gaze briefly drifting down to her exposed thigh before he clears his throat and looks back to the road.
They sit there in silence for a few more minutes, Lucas steering with his right hand as his left hand hangs out of the open window beside him. Maya plays with some loose strings on her denim shorts, occasionally looking outside at the now nearly setting sun. She's noticed Lucas glancing at her a few times when he thought she wasn't looking, but she tries not to pay much attention to it. She tries to calm the butterflies in her stomach at his presence, but to no prevail.
It had always been a struggle for her to contain her feelings around him, especially when his eyes were that green and his smile was that warm. It was almost like his eyes had a certain endearing softness to them that was reserved for just her. Even after they broke up, it stayed there, and it hadn't faded one bit. No matter how much they hated each other. Part of Maya knew she could never really hate him; not when his eyes were that green.
"So are we gonna sort out our shit or what, short stack?" Lucas asks after the long silence, glancing over at her briefly before looking back to the road. The sunset has created a pretty orange light, illuminating his pale green eyes and sending evening shadows under his jawline and behind the topography of his face. "Our friends put us in this car for a reason.. Should we at least try?"
Maya sighs, tucking a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear before glancing over at him.
"I don't know." She shrugs with a helpless sigh, making eye contact with him for a moment before she snaps her gaze over to the setting sun. She notices the looming clouds coming overhead, their dark grey contrasting greatly to the orange sun on the other side of the sky.
"I feel like they have a point. They deserve to have both of us in their lives." Lucas states with a shrug, glancing over at her again as she stares at the clouds. "We should talk about things, at least. We don't have to be best friends or anything, but we can at least have some sort of understanding."
Maya looks at him for a moment before scoffing and looking to the strings she had been picking at on her shorts, crossing her arms stubbornly.
"But Lucas, to have an understanding, I'd need to understand why you were the way that you were when we were together. And I.. I just don't. And whenever I tried to figure it out, you got all defensive or you'd give me the same bullshit answer.."
"What do you mean, how I was when we were together? What did I even do, Maya?"
"You were jealous all the time, Lucas!" Maya chuckles frustratedly, taking her foot down from the dashboard and turning towards him more. "It was like I'd so much as talk to a guy and you'd go all Texas Lucas on him."
"Maya, you wouldn't just talk with those guys. You'd flirt. And even if it wasn't your intention, you need to understand that when a beautiful girl nudges a guy's arm, or bats her eyelashes at him, he immediately thinks that it's flirting." Lucas replies in a frustrated tone, his eyes glued to the road.
"But that doesn't matter. They can think whatever they want! It's not like I would go for it if they made a move!" Maya exclaims, Lucas's jaw clenching as he keeps his eyes on the road. Maya notices as a raindrop patters on the windshield, but she pays it no attention. "I can handle myself. I was never your property!"
Lucas glances at Maya, a hint of shame in his eyes.
"Maya.."
"No, Lucas. You know what? You don't just get to act like we can just make up. Like we can just have an understanding." Maya chuckles mirthlessly, more raindrops pattering onto the windshield and into the open windows. "You were jealous all the damn time. It was like you didn't trust me. It was like I was your fucking dog, and you didn't want me to wander off and get involved with some other guy."
"Maya… I-"
"But the thing that hurt me the most? What hurt me was the fact that you didn't see that I didn't want any other guy." Maya exclaims, her voice wavering a bit as she begs herself not to cry. But she knows that Lucas noticed the crack in her voice, his eyes filled with concern as he glances at her again. "I just wanted you, you fucking idiot. And you weren't even confident enough in that to trust me to talk to other guys."
Lucas looks at her again, his face full of pain as he notices the wavers in her voice. He lets out a subtle exasperated groan before he turns the wheel and pulls over beside the road. The rain is pouring down quite harshly at this point; a sliver of orange on the horizon still covering the scene with golden light.
Lucas runs his hands through his hair frustratedly, cursing under his breath as he punches his steering wheel with the side of his fist before aggressively opening his door and walking out into the rain. Maya follows him, almost immediately feeling her tank top sticking to her skin with the rain.
"Lucas, what the fuck?" Maya exclaims, Lucas pacing away from her as he frustratedly sends another hand through his now wet hair. "It's pouring! Get back in the damn car!"
"You know what pisses me off, Maya?" Lucas asks suddenly, turning towards her and walking so that they're feet apart. "What pisses me off is that you just don't see.. You don't get it. I'm jealous because I love you, Maya! I'm jealous because the mere sight of you with another guy makes me think about what my life would be like without you, and it terrifies me. Or, it used to.. Because now I'm living in that terrifying reality."
Maya says nothing, letting the rain soak her and her clothes.
"And I like to think that those little things are reserved for me. The endearing little toothless smiles, the nudges on the arm.. The hug that makes you go on your tiptoes because of how adorably small you are. I love every part of you, and I don't want to share them. I don't care if that's unfair, it's just how it is." Lucas chuckles, a certain pain and longing in his green eyes as he steps closer to her. "And now that we're not together, it's just worse. Because now I can think of you with other guys. I think of how it feels to be with you, how it feels to fuck you.. And if I think of that being given to another guy? It drives me crazy, Maya. And I want it back. I want you back. I miss everything about you, and I just.. I need you with me, Maya. The jealousy was just my fear of losing you, but it was the reason I lost you.. And that kills me. It just kills me. So please, just tell me it's okay. Let me love you again." His voice cracks with the last part, before he adds, "Not that I ever stopped."
Maya says nothing, shaking her head with a soft chuckle as the only sound is the rain pattering on the ground as it soaks both of them relentlessly.
And then she's walking to him, quickly and desperately as she gives in to the constant temptation that she's faced, the temptation that grew every day they were apart. He meets her halfway with an utterly consuming kiss; their lips connecting fervently and passionately, his arms wrapping around her waist as he deepens the kiss with a tilt of his head. He pulls her flush against him, her toes barely touching the ground as he lifts her, her arms draping over his shoulders.
A strike of thunder sounds and the rain hardens, drenching them thoroughly as their kiss continues. Lucas pulls away with a grin and grabs Maya's hand, pulling her back to the car as they're soaked with the relentless sheets of summer rain. Thunder strikes again, Maya letting out a shrill giggle as Lucas pulls her to the car. She runs around to her side, hopping into the passenger seat and shutting her door as Lucas does the same on the other side. They both roll up their windows to stop the rain from further soaking the seats, despite it already being drenched.
Once everything is closed, the only sounds left to hear are the pattering of rain on glass and the flustered panting from the both of them. Maya feels utterly dazed, her face flushed red as she catches her breath. She isn't sure what it's from; the run back to the car, the pouring rain, the way Lucas kissed her like it was their last, or even his looming presence beside her. Maybe a bit of everything.
She looks over to him at the same instance that he looks to her; both of them soaked, both of them breathing deeply, both of them holding a similar childlike excitement and passion in their eyes.
And then Maya is climbing over the stick between them, straddling Lucas's lap and kissing him immediately. His arms wrap around her waist and she grinds into him, his lips leaving hers and finding her neck as a low groan sounds from deep in his throat.
Maya smiles, interlacing her fingers in his hair. However, she soon stops him when she remembers something.
"I love you, Huckleberry." Maya stops him, his lips leaving her neck and his eyes meeting hers. His mouth curls up into a boyish grin, one that makes Maya's stomach tie in a knot. "Because you said it just out there, and I realized I forgot to say it back, but I do- love you, that is- so much.. Like Lucas, you don't even know how much, I-"
He cuts her off with a kiss; a softer one, holding less demand. She returns it, her hand in his hair as the other holds the side of his neck. He pulls away and kisses her nose sweetly, making her giggle as he grins again.
"I love you more."