Jade really shouldn't be this good at kissing.

We haven't even made it out of the school parking lot. She pushed me into the backseat, checked the thinning parking lot, and climbed over me, mumbling something about being grateful for black-tinted windows as she dived for my lips. She's turned me into a shuddering mess, her hands resting on my hips as my legs circle around her, bringing her closer. Her car smells new, like fresh leather and bubblegum and Jade tastes like the Tootsie Pop I saw her sucking on at lunch. I wonder if I still taste like the pizza I ate. God, I hope not.

The kisses are hard and hungry, but they still hold that element of tenderness she showed me the day before in the bathroom, and that evening in my room. It's almost as if, at first, she needed to prove to me that she was in control, that she was only doing this for fun and she could bruise me with her mouth if she felt like it, and then she succumbed to something softer, more gentle in her, and now she's found some decent medium, somewhere between caressing and biting. Her teeth graze across my lower lip and I part them with a silent gasp, a tongue tasting thick of cherry swiping the inside of my mouth. Cold fingertips brush along my trembling ribs, taking the breath right out of me.

I'm half leaning on the car door and laying flat on the seat as she pushes my purple shirt up and up, and soon I'm sitting up to rip the stupid thing off. Jade releases this breathless chuckle, leaning down to run her damp lips over the top of my breasts, teeth running along the length of the cup of my bra. I hitch, the heat pooling between my lips only serving to scatter my thoughts further, pushing them far into the corners of my mind. I try to at least string together a sentence, but the attempt is proved futile when Jade's nimble fingers pluck my bra and pull it away and then her lips are hooked around one of my nipples and I'm more of a shuddering mass of flesh than a person, really.

It's Jade, and the things she does to me.

Things have almost returned to 'normal', if that's what you can call it. Since yesterday in the bathroom, little has changed - except every time I see Jade kiss Beck in the hall, I have to keep myself from running away again. Since Jade changed the rules, I don't know where my heart lies anymore, and part of me wants to be mad at her for doing that to me, for making my heart ache whenever I see her, but the other half is just grateful she didn't decide to stop. I mean, I wonder why she doesn't - I wonder why Beck is obviously not enough for her. I wonder if she's every done this with other girls, or other guys, and ...

As the thought enters my mind, my body spasms so much that Jade pulls back, alarmed. Her eyebrows are flying up on the plane of her forehead, dark hair swinging in front of her, and she's panting almost as hard as I am.

"You okay?"

Her hands are still on my hips and my legs are still wrapped around her waist. I loosen them, letting them fall, bent, on the seat on either side of her, pushing myself up slightly. I frown, awkwardly shifting one arm over my breasts as I run a hand through my hair and stare at my lap, chewing my lip. "Yeah, uhm, I was just ... wondering ..."

Jade pulls away from me, leaning against the door on the opposite side. The car is warm and my skin is sticking the leather seat behind me. I shift, pulling my knees to my chest as I shift, flicking my gaze at her. Her hands are on her knees, eyes speculating as they dart over me, trying to figure me out. I pull my hair back again, fingers threading through the long strands until it tumbles down my back.

"I was just wondering if you ... if, uh, if you do ... this ..." I wave slightly between us while still trying to keep my chest covered, like Jade's never seen them before. "With, uhm, other people."

Jade blinks slowly before her eyebrows meet over her nose. Her nose wrinkles as she leans back, folding her knees in front of her. She's wearing these jeans that are so tattered and ripped up its a wonder they're even holding themselves together, and through the gaps of the fabric I can see patches of her thighs. The skin is pale and foreign to me; I've never really gotten that far with her. I was hoping that, now that the rules had changed, she'd be willing to let me, you know, touch her ... because as good as receiving is, I want to know what Jade's face looks like when, when ... you know.

"Do you think I'm a slut?" Her head tilts, peering curiously across the seat at me.

I shake my head quickly, raising my hands. "No, no, I just ... I mean, if you're doing this to Beck with me, why shouldn't I think you're doing stuff with other people?"

When I meet her eyes again, I'm taken away by the sudden anger in them. I freeze, mentally cursing myself for mentioning Beck; that was in the rules. But Jade had broken them, so didn't that mean I could, too? Or, because she was the 'leader', the predator, only she could do those kinds of things? I duck away from her gaze, leaning slightly to pluck my bra from the floor. I blink when cold fingers wrap around my wrist, my eyes traveling up the pale slope of her arm to meet her eyes. I'm suddenly aware of how close she is to me, how hot it is in the car, how quiet it is between us, and how there she is, and how here I am.

"No," she says, her eyes falling to my hand. I drop my bra. "I'm not doing this with anyone else. Just you."

She leans up to kiss me; I can tell by the falling of her eyelids and the way her body curves over mine but I pull back, my head meeting the window. Jade stops, gauging me again, her fingers still noosed around my wrist.

"Why me?" I study her cautiously and she huffs, her brows flickering in what appears to be annoyance.

"Is now really the time?"

And this is the Jade everyone else sees, the snappy, quick-tempered one. I wonder if Beck has even seen her as kind as I did when we were in the bathroom stall.

"Yes." I pull my hand from her grasp and meet her eyes again, the hard green slicing through the space between us. "Now is the time, because I don't -" I falter, losing my streak of bravery because her eyes are so strong that I can't handle it. They fall to my lap again. "I don't know what this is anymore."

Jade huffs again. "Does it have to be anything?"

I jerk my eyes up at her, ignoring my naked chest as I sit up. "Well, yeah, it does! You don't just - people don't just do this for no reason, Jade."

This the first time we've ever really talked about this, about us, about ... anything of any real importance. It kind of freaks me out and I can tell it's messing with her, too, because she's not meeting my eyes anymore and she's fidgeting on the seat and chewing her lip and acting nervous. I'm seeing all these new layers to her, things I've never seen before. I didn't know she could be anything other than rough and mean, but here she is, showing the raw sides of her; nervousness, guilt, unease. She confuses me like when the sky looks like it's going to storm but you're not sure if it will, so you stay inside and hover by the window, occasionally peeking out to see if nature has decided to give the earth a break or rain destruction. Jade holds that kind of power, even if she doesn't realize it now.

"Why, Jade? Why are you - me - we, doing this? You have Beck. I have -" I frown. "- well, no one, but you have a boyfriend -"

"Shut up, Tori. Please."

I blink in surprise. Jade's eyes are squeezed closed, her hands curled into fists on top of her thighs. I hesitate and for the first time in my life I wish I could read her mind, just so I would know what kind of carnage is whipping around inside of her skull. "Hey," I say, softly, not sure why I suddenly feel so possessed to comfort her, and lean across the seat. I rest on my knees, reaching my hand up to curl her hair behind her ear. She opens her eyes and meets my own, the green wavering slightly and I fear she might cry and I don't know if I can handle that. This pull starts in my chest, draws me to her, and I'm kissing her, soft and gentle and calm on the lips. At first there isn't a reaction, just her frozen beneath me, and then her arms are wrapping around my neck and pulling me closer. I'm on top of her, and the fact that this is a really new experience for me should shock me or something, but it doesn't.

She parts her lips and I take advantage of it, tasting that sweet cherry again as my tongue swims inside of her mouth. My hands rest on her hips, fingers brushing over patches of skin and I feel her shudder beneath me and I tremble in reply, fingers teasing the hem of her shirt. She pushes off the door of the car, her arms unwinding only to take her shirt and rip it off of her. My eyes are heavy, but they take the time to dance around her exposed torso. I don't think, I just lean down and kiss between her breasts and she gasps, fingers in my hair. Before I tell them too, my hands are behind her back, plucking the hooks off of her bra, and I lean back far enough to get the garment off of her and we've been like this a dozen times and I've never seen her without her bra on before. Her breasts are soft and in a dazed sort of awe I caress them, glancing up to meet Jade's eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, her lip between her teeth, but she's not stopping me, she's not taking control - she's letting me do this to her and my heart slams against my ribs.

I swirl my tongue around a hardening nipple and her torso shudders, arching toward me. She gives this loud, hitched gasp as I hook my lips around it and I moan, my hands curving down the sides of her and up again. She's warm beneath me, hot and willing, and the fact that we're in the backseat of her car in the middle of an empty school parking lot does little to faze me. I move to the next breast, teasing this one with my teeth and she moans louder than I've ever heard before. The button of her jeans is plucked by my aching fingers, her hips wiggling in assistance as I pull the tattered jeans away from her and for once I'm still partly clothed and she's the practically naked one. She's wearing blue panties with darker blue stripes and I twitch a smile as my finger runs under the elastic. She rolls toward me, her hands on my shoulders, this soft whimpering noise coming from her throat and I glance up, watching her.

Jade West is whimpering. For me.

I swallow hard, leaning forward to kiss the flushed skin of her neck. She gasps, arms holding me closer, tighter, my fingers curling around the elastic of her panties and begging them to come off. She lifts her hips, allowing the garment to slip down the pale, untouched flesh of her thighs and I fling them into the front seat, slipping between her parted legs. I kiss her pulsepoint before pulling the skin between my teeth, gnawing lightly as my hand trembles down her stomach, pausing at her navel. I take a deep breath, flushing slightly as my fingers brush over a small patch of hair. I swallow, crawling further, heat swirling around my hand and up my wrist as I feel a spot of wetness meet the tips of my fingers and she gasps, squirms, mumbles, "Tori ..."

That's enough confidence to get me going. I tease her lips with my fingers before parting them, circling her clitoris. Her body jerks, nails pinching the skin of my shoulders. I moan, traveling up her neck to pant into her ear. Her lips are on my cheek and my fingers are finally rubbing her clitoris and she's crying out, clutching to me like I'm the only thing holding her together and then I'm inside of her, pushing one finger in and out. Her breaths are choppy and hard, fluttering past my hair, and then she says, "Harder, Tori," and I obey, pumping my finger in and out of her as my thumb caresses her clitoris, and then it's "Faster, Tori, unh-" and again I do as she says, feeling her body shudder and tremble and cry out for me. I pant heavily as the sounds ripping from her throat get higher and higher and more strained and as I curl my fingers and stroke her tight walls she releases a high pitched scream, my name mixed in with her cries as I feel her crash against me, her hips grinding hard against my hand.

And then she's panting, spent, her head falling back against the car door. I lean back, staring in disbelief at my hand, still slick with her - did I just ... do that? Did I just make all of those noises come out of Jade freakin' West? I clench my hand, turning my eyes to her. Her cheeks are a bright red, her eyes still closed, and her chest is rising and falling so hard I almost worry she'll hyperventilate, and that'll just be great trying to explain to a doctor. I lean back, shifting my legs and blushing at the surprising amount of wetness growing between them as my back meets the opposite door. My mind is scattered, lost ... I don't ... I can't believe I just did that. I can't believe she let me do that. It's like ... it's like I won a gold medal in the Olympics.

It feels like an hour before she finally opens her eyes again, tilting her head down to meet mine. Her arms, which are delightfully trembling, might I add, struggle to put her into a more comfortable sitting position. She's still panting, though I'm happy to see it's an almost normal rate, and then she moves forward. I part my legs to accommodate her and she slips between them with ease, finding my lips with hers. The kiss is that same blinding, mesmerizing calm that brings forth shudders like earthquakes across my arms and legs, a soft moan vibrating our lips and chests. Her hands are urging my hips up and I do so, hearing the quick zipper of my jeans before they're being tugged down my legs. My panties go with them, the pink, soaked cotton tossed to the floor in a heap with our other clothes and my body is electric, hyperaware - the is the first time we've both been completely naked, and I can feel every pore of her body as it meets mine, melting against my stomach and legs and thighs. She kisses me senseless, until my head is so dizzy I see stars when she pulls away. I gasp, my hands clenching in the leather when her face disappears, only to jerk as her teeth scrape across my bellybutton.

I moan so loud I clamp a hand over my mouth, biting my palm for good measure. That brings her back to my eyes, her hand gently taking mine and tearing it away. There's a silent order in her eyes that assures me that she likes hearing what she causes, and then she's gone again, kissing the tender flesh of my thighs and I swear I'm going to explode. Her hands hook around my hips and pull me down until I'm laying flat on my back across the seat. She's half on the floor of the car, eyes flicking to mine. I try to speak though I'm not sure why, but every thought I've ever had is wiped clear from my mind as a tongue rolls against my clitoris.

I cry out, letting the sound fill the car as she does it again and again, waves of heat licking up my spine like fire. A thin sheet of sweat builds on my skin as lips hook around it, the soft sounds of her sucking and licking making my body do all kinds of strange twists and squirms. Rational thought - any kind of thought period has escaped me entirely, white clinging to the edges of my vision as fingers are added to the equation, slipping with too much ease inside of me. A second is quickly adding to the first, and her tongue is still hard at work, and I'm sticking to the leather but I don't even care; I don't care about anything but Jade between my legs and the pleasure consuming me. I try to warn her, try to say something other than cries for God and her name, but this is what she does to me, and then my body tenses and crashes and I chant "Jade!" like it's a prayer.

It takes a long time for me to come down, to see properly, to remember where I am. Reality swims back reluctantly and I sit up, my body a trembling mass of limbs and bones and flesh but my thought process is still sketchy. I blink, holding the handle of the car door and trying to even out my breathing, and then I search blearily for Jade.

She's sitting next to me, pulling her bra over her head. I watch her, my mouth too numb to form words. She pulls her panties up her legs and then her pants and I figure I probably should, too. I reach down slowly, searching for my bra, hooking it around me with a frown. The air is suddenly tense and too heavy for comfort. It smells like sex in here.

My shirt is the last thing to go on and when I look at Jade, she's clutching hers in her hands and staring at the floor of the car. I frown, pulling my hair from my collar and letting it drop on my back before I slowly slide across the seat. I place a careful hand on her back. "Jade?"

She doesn't move for a long time, eyes hooked on the floor. I bite my lip, rubbing her back slowly, not knowing what to think. My body is still shivering with the echoes of my pleasure, and I can still see her thighs shifting in what I hope isn't guilt or discomfort. She leans back then and I pull away, watching her pull her shirt over her head. She sighs hard, the sound crashing through the small area of the car.

Jade looks at me, eyes resting on mine, her hands clasping under her chin. I don't know what to do, so I don't do anything, just sit there and watch her watch me. I wonder if she wishes she had never changed the rules, because I don't, not anymore, not after seeing Jade like that. I rub nervously at my neck, searching for something to say, but she beats me to it.

"I love Beck." Her body stiffens and her eyes close. She turns away. "I do."

I stare at her, trying to ignore the beat of my heart and dull thud of pain accompanying it. "You sound like you're trying to convince yourself more than me."

She shoots a sharp glance at me. "No, I'm just making sure you understand what this is. We're fucking, and that's all."

My throat tightens but I refuse to cry in front of her, so I get angry instead. "That's such crap, Jade. If you loved Beck, you wouldn't be here with me in the first place."

Jade whirls toward me, leering over me like the predator she thinks she is, but all I see is the gentle looks in her eyes when she kissed me not ten minutes ago. She's trying to scare me but it just doesn't work anymore - she changed the rules, and I know the layers she has underneath the tough exterior and nothing is going to make me forget that.

"Vega, I'm serious. I love Beck. He's my boyfriend. This is just for fun."

"You don't even kiss Beck the way you kiss me." The resistance to crying isn't holding up so well - I can feel my eyes stinging. "You don't look at him the way you look at me, you don't touch him the way you touch me, and not once have I ever seen you show him the sides of you that I've seen."

"You're not around me twenty-four fucking seven, Tori! Beck and I do plenty of things in private, for your information -"

"Oh, yeah?" I'm practically yelling, sitting so fast she leans back. "Then why are you spending all of your free time with me? Why did you kiss me that night after we cleaned the auditorium? Why are we still doing this? Why have you gone from fast, meaningless fucks to you kissing me like you mean it?"

Jade's face flushes red and for a brief moment I think she's going to punch me or something, but she simply rips away from me and crawls into the front seat. I'm left panting and glaring at the window as the car jumps into drive, the engine roaring as we hurdle out of the parking lot. I angrily put my seatbelt on, crossing my arms as I glare out the window. We don't say a word and I know she's speeding but I don't care enough to scold her for it. I don't know how she can possibly claim to love Beck, not when she's with me like this. It's just impossible ... she can't be kissing me the way she does and then fold into the arms of another person. She just can't, and I know she isn't.

She whips into my driveway. I fling my seatbelt away and climb out before the car even comes to a complete stop, but before I can get very far I hear her voice calling out for me.

"Tori!"

I consider ignoring her. I consider walking straight into my house and shutting the door in her face. But I stop because my body's been programmed for awhile now to do as she says so I stop, huffing as I spin on my heel. She's leaning out of the window, propped on her elbow, her other hand beckoning me forward. I glare, marching toward her and ducking back into her car through her window. "What -"

I don't even have enough time to finish my words when her fingers curl around my chin and yanks my mouth to hers. The fight melts out of me as the soft kiss continues, and when I finally pull away her eyes are troubled and hooded, flicking between mine.

"I don't know what this is anymore, either," she mumbles, her mouth still close to mine. I hesitate, meeting her eyes before I pull slowly out of the window.

"Well, we should probably figure that out." I run my fingers over my lips. She nods slowly, giving me one last look before she throws her car into reverse and pulls out of my driveway.

I stay outside until I can't see her car anymore.

A/N: Car sex. I'd like to try it.

Sorry for the semi-late update; I have school, you know. But hey, it's almost Christmas, and I would just love some festive reviews. Consider them candy canes of love. Don't you want me to have candy canes of love?