AN: It's Jade's chapter, but Beck is in it. Because I wasn't about to write her as unfaithful. This the last chapter and having a neat little review would be nice. Please? Please?

Warnings: Lemon. Obviously. But not really. I didn't want to have to change the rating...

Disclaimer: I don't own "Victorious"

Chapter Seven
Lust

This isn't about love. Which is not to say that she doesn't love him. She does. That just really isn't the point right now. Right now is about want and lust and need. Not love.

Jade ducks into a nearby classroom, feeling his eyes on her and impatient to feel his hands as well. Beck kicks the door shut behind him then reaches out and grabs her. He pulls her to him and crashes his lips down on hers before turning and slamming her into the door he's just closed. His aggression is rewarded when she gasps in surprise and his tongue slides in. He knows exactly what he's doing. They've done this often enough. She could tell you all the ways to make him moan. He could tell you all the ways to make her scream.

He makes a sound at the back his throat. Kinda like he's strangling on a moan and a sob that are both trying to come out at the same time. It's adorable and hot, and she wants to make him do it again.

His hands hold her wrists up beside her head, effectively pinning her to the door and preventing her from even trying to wrest back control. Not that she really wants to. It's so hot when he's dominant. But playing meek, little girl isn't on the table either. So, unable to move her hands to touch him, she presses her hips into his.

And there's that sound she was trying to get. He pulls away to glare at her but it's tempered with need so she can't take him seriously.

"Something wrong, baby?" She questions with a smirk.

"Yes." He growls out, smashing their lips together again. "You're wearing too many clothes. Strip."

"I will if you will." She grins, her hands already undoing the buttons on his shirt, revealing delicious tan skin. His hands go to work too, all but ripping the black top from her. And this is hardly the place for any sort of real nudity, being at school and whatnot, but they're sixteen and horny and this is happening. Right the fuck now.

She finishes with the shirt, strong chest exposed to her hungry eyes, and moves to his jeans. Beck's peppering her neck and chest with kisses and it's so damn distracting that she's fumbling with his zipper. When she finally gets the damn thing down, he's groaning with need.

"Fuck..."

"That's the idea."

Then, they're much to busy to use their words. It's just hands and tongues and skin on skin and it feels so damn good, Jade can hardly breathe.

It's wrong and bad and they shouldn't. It's a sin and against the rules and a whole bunch of other shit she couldn't care less about because it's her and it's Beck, and this is the way things have always been and always will be. Because she loves him, and he loves her, and right now she wants him. He sends her tumbling over the edge, then follows her down.

"Jesus." He gasps out, panting heavy and harsh in her ear, his breath ghosting over her neck.

"Not quite." She smirks.

He pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants, eyes roaming over her chest for a second before darting to find her discarded shirt. He spots it, halfway across the room, on top of a desk. A smear of black in the otherwise colorful room.

He goes to get it and she misses the warmth of his closeness pressed against her. But he comes back quickly, he always comes back, and hands the garment to her with an easy grin. She reaches up and presses her lips to his again. Ready for round two, even if she knows there's no time.

"Christ," He groans out because, seriously, there isn't time. "What's gotten into you today?"

And she could be snide and say "well, you." Or she could be sweet and tell him she loves him, or she could play coy and just smile.

"Lust." She shrugs, sliding her shirt on and sauntering out of the room.