A/N: Semi explicit content warning ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Maya strongly disliked movies. They were long, predictable and she could never sit through a full half hour without losing interest. So when she followed an excitable Riley into a dimly lit frat house, she wasn't expecting great things for the night. Couple that with the overpowering scent of Lucas she encountered the second she took her first breath. She stopped, turning towards the door, "Yeah, no, I'm out."

A hand shot out to grab her arm, pulling her back to Riley's side, "You aren't going anywhere."

She rolled her eyes, stumbling forward, "You know, in the past week, I've done a lot of things I didn't want to for your sake. You know I hate movies."

"Yes. But, do you who you don't hate," Riley nudged her in the ribs, "Everyone's favorite cowboy."

A deep voice interrupted their argument, "Speak of the devil."

"I don't think you're supposed to say that about yourself," Maya bit back, ignoring Lucas as she followed Riley into what she assumed was the lounge.

Maya came to a sudden stop, not expecting the room to occupied. People littered the arranged seating, strewn across haphazard couches and sewn together with the odd blanket. Maya felt Lucas behind as she stood, staring around the room, "Don't worry, Shortstack. You get the best seat in the house."

She glared t him as he slumped onto a couch off to the left and near the back of the room, "I suppose you arranged the seating."

"No," Lucas grinned, patting the seat on the couch beside him, "We drew names from a hat. It's pure chance that you're next to me."

She slid slowly into the seat next to him, moving closer to the edge, "You're about as trustworthy a the big bad wolf."

Lucas wore a cheeky smile, "Ah yes. There is one difference, though."

She looked up, surprised, "What's that?"

A sly smirk crept onto his face, "I only bite if you want me too."

He didn't see the pillow until it hit him in the face.

It took a little over twenty minutes for Maya to get restless. She began to squirm beside him, tapping her fingers over back of the sofa behind his ear. He glanced around the room, taking note of the vacant faces of movie watchers. With that in mind her reached up, grabbing her hand as she began to play with the edge of the blanket. He leant forward, lips brushing against her ear, "Stop fiddling, Short stack."

She smiled, "I'm not a movie person."

He chuckled, "Sure about that?"

She grinned, shifting beside him. He blinked, eyes zeroing in on her face, "Wanna have some fun?"

She snorted quietly, "Not with you."

Lucas moved closer to her, his breath fanning over the exposed skin of her neck and collar bone, "You sure?"

Maya looked over at him, eyes darkening with desire, "What did you have in mind, Cowboy?"

He grinned from ear to ear, sliding a hand under the blanket, moving a thumb in circle across the exposed skin of her thigh. She looked up at him, trying to steady her breathing. At her short nod, Lucas moved, quickly checking for watchful eyes before latching his lips onto the sensitive skin under her jaw.

He smirked when she let out a shaky breath, leaning further into her, "One condition here, Hart."

"Mmmm," She shot him a dazed look.

"You're going to have to be," He peppered kisses down her collarbone, laving his tongue over the upside of her breast, "Really. Really. Quiet."

She nodded quickly, hands coming to thread around his neck. Her lips were soft and warm, moving heatedly against his, wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his, sliding his tongue past her lips.

"Well, you're in the clear, darling," He drawled, kissing his way down her jaw, "This isn't any fun at all."

Maya felt the electricity zing to her core from his touch, his hand slowly trailing up her thigh. She gasped out, "I don't think your guest would appreciate your favoritism as host."

He chucked, making her shiver, as his sinful fingers made their first contact with her wetness, "I take it as a personal challenge that you are still forming rational thought."

His voice was low and gravelly as he whispered in her ear, the tingling of her skin intensifying. Underneath the blanket, his hand slips up her thigh, expertly pushing her panties to the side. He smirks looking up at with intention, before moving one finger slowly across her slit, bypassing her clit. She shudders, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes at his deliberate tease. She shift her hips, hoping to cause some accidental friction. He clears his throat at her attempt to thwart his plans, "You want me to stop, Short stack?"

All she can do is shake her head, trying to suppress a wanton moan as he sits back, face calm, and he slides a finger inside of her.

He smirks down, adding a second, "Then behave."

She gulps down another moan as he begins to move his hand, plunging his finger into her. She jumps when he buries his face in her neck, letting out a covert growl, "When did you possibly have time to get this wet, Hart?"

She shrugged, unable to verbalize anything in that moment. He stilled his movements, "That's not an answer."

She whimpered at the loss of friction, "I've been sitting here for the past 20 minutes, bored out of my mind. When do you think, Huckleberry?"

He chuckled, adding a third finger and resuming his movements, "Didn't know you were in a place to get snappy with me."

He moved his other hand to wrap around her waist, pulling her up so she was slightly straddling him, opening her thighs to give him obscene access. She muttered something unintelligible, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She felt small pants leave her body as pleasure built inside of her, his thumb ghosting softly over her slit. Maya worked to suppress a choked moan as his thumb moved to circle her clit. The pressure in her stomach built, whole body convulsing as she reached her peak.

He removed his fingers, shifting her to fully straddle his lap, "You okay, short stack?"

She hummed into his shoulder, laying her head down, "I need a minute."

The last thing she heard before she drifted off to sleep was his deep chuckle in her ear.

Lucas looked over as she stirred, snuggling deeper into his covers. It was a surreal experience for him to have a girl in his bed. Usually he asked them to leave, said he had done something on in the morning. No there was a girl sleeping in his sheets. A girl he hadn't even slept with yet. Lucas took one last look at her sleeping form, pulling a shirt over his torso. He surprised himself when he opened the door, being so quiet just so she wouldn't wake.

He padded softly out into the Kitchen, where Charlie sat with a piece of toast in hand. He took a bite, letting out a rough chuckle. Lucas walked around slowly to see Zay, standing in the kitchen with a spatula in his hand, "Morning, Cowboy."

"You're up early," Lucas poured himself a mug of coffee, sliding into the counter seat beside Charlie.

Zay grinned, "It's ten, Luc."

Charlie gave him an eerily similar grin, "I've never seen you slept this late before."

He gave them a wry grin, "Got company."

Charlie barked out a laugh, "You're funny, Clooney."

Lucas waited for him to stop laughing, keeping his face straight. Zay was the first to notice, "Wait, you aren't kidding."

He shook his head slowly. Charlie spun around to peer down the hall at his bedroom door, "Is she still in there?"

He grabbed Charlies shoulders, turning him back around, "Yes."

Charlie raised his eyebrows, "Maya?"

He nodded, rolling his eyes. Zay waved the spatula at him, "I'm sorry. Who's Maya?"

Charlie answered before he could open his mouth, "Riley's roommate. Lucas has been chasing her round the city like she's catnip."

Zay turned his smirk on Lucas, "And you finally got her? Nice."

Lucas shifted uncomfortably, "Well, not really."

Charlie hit his arm, "What does that even mean?"

"I mean," He ran a hand through his hair, "She is in my bed."

Zay leant against the counter, "But you didn't seal the deal."

He sighed, "We just slept."

Zay's eyes widened, looking back over Lucas'. He felt her presence before he saw he. Spinning around quickly to see her smiling and leaning against the kitchen doorway. He grinned, "Morning, Sweetheart."

"Hiya Huckleberry. Where the coffee?"

Lucas was taken aback by how soft she looked, wearing his white t-shirt, with her blond curls wild on her head. He shook his head, standing up and heading towards her. He crowded close, holding out his mug, "Have mine."

She grinned, picking up the mug and bringing it to her mouth. He reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him, "Breakfast?"

She smiled, nodding quickly, "Who's your friend?"

Zay was across the room and standing with his hand out before he could blink, "I'm Zay. You like guys from Texas? I'm from Texas."

Lucas glared at him and he pulled back after a moment. He guided May into the kitchen with a hand on her back, "He's the flat Mascot. I brought him with me from Texas."

Maya stared at him, "They let you bring a friend?"

He nodded slowly, ignoring the snigger from Charlie, "Yeah they wanted me to be comfortable or whatever."

"Shit," She cursed softly, sliding into on the seats on the counter, "You must be good."

He cocked his head, taking over cooking duty from Zay, "You've seen me play."

She raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't exactly watching your technique, Ranger Rick."

He chuckled, 'What are your plans today?"

"Uh Well," She stalled, taking a long gulp of coffee, "It's still break so I don't have any classes. I might go home and-"

"Stay with us," Charlie spoke for the first time,

Maya tensed, whipping around, "Um... I don't think that's really-"

Lucas slid an arm around her waist, "Stick around. We can go out somewhere."

Maya gaped, frowning, "But I don't have-"

Charlie shot him a knowing look, "I'll call Riley, she can bring you some clothes."

Maya stared, eyes unfocused, into Lucas' bathroom mirror. She ran a frantic hand through her curls, blonde strands littering the white bathroom sink. Why did she have to fall asleep? What kind of self respecting woman wakes up in the bed of someone she hates, wearing his t shirt, with no recollection of how she got there? She huffed, running a hand through her hair again. A soft knock sounded from beside her, "You done freaking out?"

She tensed, "I'm not freaking out."

"You've been pacing for ten minutes," he huffed leaning against the door.

"I have not."

A loud bang sounded from her side and the bathroom door slowly creaked open, revealing a disgruntle Lucas.

She gaped at him, "How did you-"

He raised both eyebrows, strolling into the bathroom, "it doesn't lock properly."

"Then why-"

"I was giving you time to freak out. I'm done with that now."

Maya sighed, shifting her weight to hoist herself up onto the kitchen counter, "I'm fine."

Lucas approached slowly, moving to stand infront of her, "Tell me whats wrong."

She frowned, grumbling, "I hate you."

He blinked, pursing his lip, "Well then. This is going fantastic."

"No I mean," Words got stuck in her throat, 'I'm... I'm supposed to hate you."

He looked up, surprised, "Why, Maya? Because we didn't know each other in high school?"

She glared, "Correction. You didn't know me. I despised you."

He sidled up to her, grinning, "Despised? Past tense?"

She grimaced, "You were such an asshole in highschool."

He barked out a laugh, moving to rest between her legs, arms on either side of her, "I'm still an asshole."

"Not true," Her breath hitched at his proximity, "You're almost tolerable now."

"How kind," He pressed closer to her.

She audibly gulped, "So...I slept here last night."

He leant his forehead on hers, "Yeah, I know. You stole my covers the whole night."

She narrowed her eyes, "I didn't ask to be in your bed."

"My bed. Exactly. My bed, my covers," he taunted, grinning down at her.

She shoved him but he didn't budge. Instead he moved closer, placing his hand on her hips and sliding her towards him over the counter, "We aren't the same people as we were in high school."

"The roles have been reversed," She teased, linking her hands at the back of his neck, "I'm the cool one now."

He chuckled, "I can only agree."

She giggled, leaning up, pressing her lips softly to his. A throat cleared from their left and Maya sprung back.

"Don't mind me, kids. I just have Maya's clothes."

"Riles," She pushed Lucas back, sliding off onto the ground, "When did you get here?"

She slid off the sink and onto the floor, shoving Lucas out of the way. Riley tossed her a bag, grinning from ear to ear, "Hurry up, we're leaving soon."

The clothes Riley had brought were definitely not Maya's. Lucas knew this, because they were not Maya's style at all. By that he meant, you could see her skin. Skin he had touched, but not seen a lot of. Riley's dress was red, loosely fitted and came to mid thigh. He had to resist the urge to grind his teeth when she leant forward, crossing her legs, showing a good amount of unpper thigh to all the passengers of the inner city subway. Charlie grinned, hand gripping the pole above his, "You're gonna pass out unless you breathe, bro."

Lucas snapped his head up, working his jaw, "I'm fine."

Charlie grinned, glancing over to where Maya and Riley sat, "I warned you about that one. I said she was the kind of girl who sticks around."

Lucas shuddered, "How would you know?"

Charlie smiled, patting his shoulder, "Because I'm seeing her best friend. And Riley talks about Maya more than anything else."

He nods, turning to face his friend, "I don't really understand what's gotten in to me."

Charlie turns too, facing away from the girls, "She been through a lot. Some you know about, some you probably don't. But from what Riley tells me, she kind and smart and loyal. And brave. And she deserves a lot better than the cards she's been dealt."

He stilled, letting the information wash over him, "What does that mean?"

Charlie frowned, a serious look flittering over his features, "It means, whatever you do, be careful with her heart."

A/N:

You don't have to tell me, I know I'm the worst. I've been busy with exams, but now I'm back and updating. Please review if you have the time, I love to hear what you think x