A/N: This story probably only has about four or so chapters left and an epilogue I suppose. LOL this turned out longer than I originally planned. And then probably a sequel oneshot I'll put in L&W most likely. I hope this ride has been fun for you guys ahahah xD

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Disclaimer: It's a good thing I don't own GMW because these poor characters would be put through the ringer...

Lucas kept drifting in and out of his slumber, stuck between his dream of mischievous blue-gray eyes and the fact that any minute now, his alarm would probably wake him up for work. But he kept his eyes shut, trying to hold on to the vestiges of his dream. He inhaled the lovely scent of vanilla from the tangled head of hair resting against his chest and wrapped his arms tighter around the warm body in front of him, his hand gently stroking the smooth naked skin.

"Huckleberry." Maya said groggily in front of him, leaning back into him with a pleased sigh.

He didn't respond, hoping to remain in this position for a little while longer. He had a feeling once they departed from their current satiated, fatigued state, this fantasy—this little bubble of pleasure they'd nestled themselves in—would pop.

Maya wrestled against his hold for a moment, turning around so she was facing him and entangling her legs with his under the quilt he'd covered them with. Gentle fingers lovingly cradled his face, and Lucas almost involuntarily leaned into her hand.

Maya chuckled softly. "I know you're awake, Lucas."

Lucas opened his eyes to Maya's half lidded, sleepy blue-gray gaze. And he was sure his heart almost imploded. There was just something so unbelievably profound and intense about waking up with Maya that set his heart on fire. He'd forgotten what it was like, waking up next to Maya, her face rosy and lips a bit plump and unable to find her bearings properly. After nights they spent together, she would always be a little disoriented. It was cute.

"Morning." He said as she yawned.

Lucas smiled, taking her hand in his and lacing his fingers through the spaces of her own. He placed a soft kiss to the back of her hand, relishing in the way her cheeks rouged at the action. She would always get flustered by his affectionate acts. It amused him that that hadn't changed even in the years they hadn't been together.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Maya asked, slightly embarrassed.

"I just never thought I would ever get the chance to wake up to you in my arms again."

Maya leaned forward and pressed her lips to his before pulling back and smiling tiredly.

"Feels like nothing's changed." Maya muttered, placing her palm on his chest above his rapidly beating heart. "Lucas, my back hurts…"

Lucas chuckled, pulling her warm body closer to him and glancing at the clothes scattered in various parts of his living room. He didn't blame her. They hadn't even made it to his bedroom the night before, and he couldn't imagine how uncomfortable being pressed onto the floor must have had to have been for Maya. That isn't to say he was rough with her per se, but she liked it a certain way, and he wasn't one to hold back.

"You could have at least put me on the couch." She teased. "Do you have any control over yourself, Sundance?"

"Not when it pertains to you." Lucas muttered, trailing soft kisses down her neck and drawing a slight whimper from her lips.

Maya sighed in contentment, tugging him on top of her and splaying her hands on his back as he nipped her. She had always been her most easily affected in the morning when she woke up. She moaned softly when he bit down gently on the sensitive skin of her neck, threading the fingers of one hand into his hair and slightly gripping it in that way that told him she liked it.

She pulled his face up, their gazes meeting as Maya laughed softly, biting her lower lip as she gazed up at him. Lucas smiled, caressing her cheek softly before leaning down and kissing her. She almost melted in his arms, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and pressing her tongue into his mouth. He lowered himself onto her, settling in between her legs, his hand traveling down her side, reacquainting himself once again with her curves and her softness.

Lucas couldn't get enough of Maya. Her scent, her soft perfect plush body, the choked moans and little sighs she tried to conceal. It really amazed Lucas how he had managed to go through five years without her like this because he was certain he would never be able to again.

Not that he would ever give her a chance to run again anyway.

His phone began to ring, the ringtone blasting through the air, though he took no heed of it.

"Lucas…" she breathed against his lips.

"Hmm?"

Maya pulled slightly away, her face flushed and lips a bit swollen.

"Lucas…" she muttered again, sounding distracted and tilting her head as he dragged his lips to her neck again, sucking gently and nipping the overheated skin. "Your phone…"

"Ignore it." He said lowly, grinding his hips against her and loving the way her breath hitched in her chest. "It'll go away."

And it did after a while.

Until it started up again just as loud and just as annoying.

With a groan, he unlatched himself from her collarbone, rolling off of Maya and sitting up. He reached over and grabbed his discarded pants, taking his phone out of his pocket.

It was Emma.

With a frown, Lucas picked up the call.

"Emma?"

"Lucas. What the hell are you doing? Work started an hour and forty five minutes ago and you're still MIA. You're lucky you don't have any appointments until the afternoon, but I've been covering for your absence and you need to get your cute butt over here ASAP."

Shocked, Lucas glanced at the clock above his TV and noticed he really had slept well past the time he should have been at work. Beside him, Maya sat up, stretching out the kinks in her neck, arms, and back. Lucas couldn't help but watch her, enraptured by her naked form, his mind already conjuring images of what he could be doing right now.

"…I uh… overslept." He said, still distracted by Maya, who had noticed his stare and was giving him a come hither look, clearly inviting him to finish what they had started. "I'm sorry, Emma."

"You better be, Lucas. Because Amanda is dead set on usurping your spot as number one, and she's not really buying my excuses anymore so I've resorted to drastic measures. I had to tell her you had the runs. But that can only last so long so you better hurry up before I come up with something worse."

"I understand. Thank you for covering. I'll be there soon."

He hung up, and Maya frowned in confusion.

"You'll be where soon?"

"Work. It's almost ten Maya."

Maya stared at him in disbelief for a moment. He could tell she was trying to figure out if he was joking or not, but after no revelation of a joke from him, she turned to glance at his clock. Her eyes widened in shock. She shot up off of the floor, running her hand through her hair worriedly before rushing around, scrambling to gather her clothes and slide them on.

"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!" Maya exclaimed, snatching her phone out of her purse and grimacing when she saw the screen. "I missed a couple of my classes!"

Lucas stood up as well, pulling on his boxers hanging off of the sofa, watching as Maya hopped around, trying to text someone while frantically tugging on her boots.

"Do you need a ride back to your place to get a change of clothes?"

"No time." Maya looked down at herself with a snort. "My students are definitely going to know I slept with someone…"

"Right…"

And then they both quieted, standing in place and staring at each other. Maya opened her mouth to say something and then closed it, grimacing slightly when nothing came out. Lucas himself just didn't know what to say at all. See you later? Bye? What was the proper statement for this situation? Was she coming back to his place after work? Was he supposed to call her?

And Lucas could distinctly hear that bubble pop in the back of his mind.

He could just feel the awkward waves and tension between them as they stood silently.

They'd cleared the air, hadn't they?

So why did it feel like they'd just had a one night stand?

"Well… I've got to get to work. Thanks for the… I mean…" Maya said with a slightly awkward smile, grabbing her purse from the ground. "I'll uh… umm…"

"See me tonight?" Lucas supplied, if only to fill in something in this suddenly very awkward situation.

"Yeah." Maya nodded slowly, though her brows were furrowed. "…I guess I'll come over…?"

"Right."

"Yeah."

"Okay."

They stared at each other for a few more moments of tense, uncomfortable silence, Maya still looking like she was trying to figure out how to say something. Lucas had to use every inch of his self-control to force himself from grimacing.

"Don't you have to get to–"

"Right. Work." Maya chuckled halfheartedly. "Okay. I'll uh… go."

She waved awkwardly before spinning on her heel and rushing out of his apartment.

When his door closed, Lucas groaned, sinking down on his couch and putting his head in his hands.

What the hell had just happened?