AN: Gratuitous wall sex, anyone? Some nice lemony action for you guys, given the unending angst the last few chapters have turned out to be.

Dedicated to Idk for confirming the Monday hook-up. Thank you for making my week. You rock.

Warnings: Language, lemon

Disclaimer: I don't own "Skins".

Chapter Six
Dare You to Cross the Line Again

Tea pushes Tony up against the door he's just pulled her through. Presses herself against him. Kisses him hard and harsh and demanding, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Hands scurry with the buttons of his shirt to ghost over his arms and chest. Sensitive skin rising in goosebumps under her wandering hands as they ghost over lean muscle, taunt and smooth and hard from years of martial arts. The complete opposite of the gentle softness the others she'd had before, but, then, she'd known that already.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Tony growls out, because this is not a position he finds himself in often. He's always been the predator, stalking out his prey and devouring her, and now he finds himself the prey. And damn it all if it's not hot as hell being at her mercy. But he misses it, the control. The power of having her, especially her, under his hands. Of making her moan and scream and come undone beneath him.

So he's rolling them, pushing her back into the wall. His hands slide under the soft fabric of her shirt to touch softer skin. He pulls away from her lips, brands her neck and collarbone with a smoldering trail of kisses and licks and bites that sting and burn in all the best ways. She tastes real. None of Michelle's thousands of lotions, no perfume sprayed so heavily he can taste it on her skin, no pretense at all. Just heat and sweat and something unwaveringly Tea.

And he wants her.

But something, like the blood that's not rushing directly to his cock, tells him that maybe up against the school is not the best place for their second round. He reminds himself that this isn't some pointless hook-up, some easy girl he's messing around with behind Michelle's back just to prove that he can. This is Tea, and he had to fucking fight to get here. He is not going to screw it up.

He manages to pull himself away from her. Barely. She moans at the loss, and Christ, he wants her. He wants her so bad it fucking hurts.

"My place?" He pants.

"Later." She groans, crashing her lips against his again. Because she wants him, and she wants him now.

Well, who the hell is he to argue with that? He kisses her back hungrily, trying to memorize every second of this moment. He's half afriad that she'll snap to her senses at some point and remember who she is and who he is and why this doesn't make sense. His hands fumble with her jeans, skintight and clinging, and he can't get the damn button. Her hands, however, are having no difficulty unbuckling his belt and freeing him from the constraints of his slacks.

For the love of god, he needs to get these fucking jeans off her already. He needs to be in her. And, like a miracle, like a blessing from the big man upstairs, the button comes undone. He reaches into his back pocket to get his wallet and the trusty condom he keeps there. Rolls it on. Lifts her up, legs around his hips. Slides into her warmth.

He swallows the whimper that escapes her lips. He moves, keeps his lips to hers, silences her cries with his mouth. He wants to hear her, to make her scream, but this isn't the place. She clings to him as he pounds into her. Her nails digging in to his back through his shirt, like it's the end of the world. Maybe it is.

She comes, clenching around him tighter than he'd fucking thought possible, and he doesn't really have a choice but to follow. He may be a sex-god, but even his control isn't that good. His legs feel weak and he has to put a hand up against the wall to keep himslf upright.

Tea moves, pulls him out of her as she puts shaky legs on the ground again. Her head falls against his shoulder as she leans on him leaning on the wall. Tony strips off the condom and throws it off to the side, tucks himself back into his pants. Tea fixes her pants, pulls them back up.

And they're left in the almost, but not quite, awkwardness again. They don't know what they're supposed to do. She's not Michelle; he can't just make a quip about her tits, laugh, and walk away. And he's not some random girl she can smirk at and remind that she doesn't remember her name because she didn't give it. It's different, and their coping mechanisms simply don't work here.

"Come on, then." He breaks out a smile-smirk, pulls her after him as he starts backing away. His natural charisma is drawing her in and she's so tired of fighting him already and this doesn't have to be a bad thing, she hopes. So she smile-smirks back and follows.

Tony takes her home. Sneaks her in past his idiot of a father who just wants to yell at him about being out so late without so much as a phone call and his mother who was just "worried sick" and up the stairs while he plays the distraction. He can't sneak her past Eura, though, his sister's just as good as playing these games as he is. She raises an eyebrow because, of course, she just knows shit. A cocky shrug informs her he's not telling and that she should probably be home early tonight. He doesn't think he's be up early enough to distract their father. She rolls her eyes, gives a nearly imperciable nod.

Tea is waiting in his room, perfectly comfortable in his bed, when he gets away from his parents. This is probably the part where they're supposed to sit down and have a serious discussion. Where they shift through all the crap in their lives and find a label to slap on this...whatever it is. But Tony doesn't want to. He just wants to kiss her.

So he does.

And he doesn't stop.

He doesn't want to. Ever.