(Watch This Space, I'm Open to) Falling From Grace

((alternate ending to Eric Punches Drake - Drake/Mindy hate!sex - Rating: M; Words: 961))

Notes: title comes from the Sneaker Pimps song "Six Underground;" also, this is the closest I get to writing to smut

Mindy stops by looking for Josh so that she can clear the air. His reaction, his jealousy, had been entertaining at first but now he was going a little overboard and it was time for her to inform him that she and Chad were related and definitely not dating.

She's perturbed to find Drake upstairs instead of Josh; she's never had to clarify to Megan before which of her brothers she was looking for and figures that Josh must have left recently.

"Where's Josh?"

"Don't know and if I did, I wouldn't tell you so that you could have the satisfaction of rubbing your new boyfriend in his face."

"I don't know where you came up with the idea that Chad was my boyfriend—"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you're always together. It's a real bitch move to bring your date to our house and Josh's job."

"Excuse me? First off, Josh made no secret of the fact that he was moving on. Second, Chad is my cousin. Third—you're a dumbass. Fourth, why do you care? Didn't you want to throw a celebratory party after Josh and I broke up?"

"Yeah," he says with a chuckle; he had really wanted to make a banner that read Ding Dong the Witch is Dead until he found out that just because Josh and Mindy had broken up didn't mean she was going to disappear from their lives. "And I don't care. But Josh does and I care about Josh."

She narrows her eyes at him. "Really, because you sound a little jealous there yourself, Drake, but that's not possible because you hate me."

"Yeah, because you're cuckoo and evil; you tried to get me suspended!"

"Oh, get over it, you like school about as much as you like me."

"Yeah, but I like being around cute girls who think that I'm cute."

"You have the worst priorities and no direction whatsoever."

"At least people like me."

"Plenty of people like me and not for superficial reasons."

"At least I'm not crazy!"

"At least I'm not stupid!"

They're standing toe to toe and they'll both blame the other for what happens next when their lips meet. The kiss is rough and angry. Mindy's hands tangle themselves in Drake's hair as he grips her waist. They break apart briefly.

"This doesn't mean that we like each other, does it?" Drake asks with trepidation.

"No, I still hate you," she says with a sneer.

"Oh, good. I hate you too."

She pulls his head back down because she doesn't hate him as much when they're kissing instead of talking and this is wrong, it's so wrong but it feels so good and it almost feels right when he backs her against the desk and starts pushing her skirt up. It feels sinfully divine when his hand moves between her legs and she's gasping and bucking against his hand. He's not even trying to be gentle with her and that makes it better because there's no way this would feel as good if he were gentle, if he cared. She likes that he hates her and that she hates him.

Mindy doesn't even think about it when her hands fly to undo his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans because right now she just wants more, she wants him. It's not why she came but it's what she's getting, what she's giving, and what she'll take.

She starts stroking him, and he hisses, "Fuck," his breath harsh and hot against her ear and he's fishing his wallet out of his back pocket, hoping there's a condom in it. They both know that if they have to pause for more than thirty seconds that they're both going to come to their senses and neither of them wants that right now. It's bad enough that Drake needs both hands to search his wallet and Mindy whimpers with a pout when his fingers leave her and she slows her hand.

Drake triumphantly pulls a condom from his wallet, his eyes dark with the combined animosity and previously latent desire he feels for Mindy, desire that he sees reflected in her eyes. His voice is huskier than she's ever heard it and she knows that it's due to this situation when he orders, "Panties off."

There's a voice, perhaps her conscience, perhaps the beginning of a mental break, telling her to stop while she still has the chance, while her virtue is intact.

He doesn't ask if she's sure or ready and Mindy doesn't offer any protestations or affirmations because for either to do so would change the atmosphere and make them different people, people who actually feel something for each other. And they don't. It's hate and lust and hormones, and, fuck, there's no more denying that they just want and need.

As it turns out, losing her virginity is not quite as she expected from the conversations she's overheard in the girls' locker room or on the bus. It's not over in five minutes but it doesn't last more than ten and Mindy finds her own pleasure about a minute after Drake's comes and goes and he's still inside her, one of her hands is fisting in his shirt as she cries out, "Oh God, I hate you."

After a few minutes, they return to reality then just like that it's over and they separate and it's almost as if absolutely nothing happened. They're surrounded by stale air and silence, desire fulfilled and now dissipating, animosity taking control as they collect themselves.

Mindy smoothes her skirt down and clears her throat. "Will you please tell Josh I stopped by?"

He smirks at her. "Yeah, I'll tell him that you came...by."

*** Finis ***