#so shes just like uh vir get this fool away from me

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i dont have ocs for them but in our meta refa only ever had two sons. they are essentially just pavi and luigi largo for the repo fans in the room

[thelordofdarkreunion]

Hidden Secrets

I am finally back!  Sorry for the long delay without stories, but my life’s been rather hectic lately.  I have hopefully compensated with a very interesting storyline I’ve wanted to write for a while now.  Everyone has their secrets, and sometimes if they are revealed, things can come to a head...

“They say the only way to actually understand people is to see things through their eyes.  It won’t matter if they’re dead, though.”  -Thomas Drake

“What’s so wrong with loving an alien?  What is so wrong with loving someone, caring for them, being with them forever, so long as both parties are sentient?  Is it really such a bad thing?”  -Admiral Adam Vir, in a speech to the Galactic Assembly on xenophilia

“In all my travels to thousands of worlds, I have actually never met a xenophiliac.  I have, in fact, seen more Chaos cultists than xenophiles.  However, I can tell you this.  Xenophilia is a crime of unimaginable proportions.  It is almost as bad as selling your soul to the Dark Gods themselves.  It is something that no one, of any species, save perhaps the most absolute perverse of the Drukhari would even think of.  Even then, said Drukhari would most likely be spurned by their fellows.  It is a crime of such monstrosity that death is far too fair a fate for its perpetrators.”  -Inquisitor Amberly Vail of the Ordo Xenos

Aboard the Omen

Three figures sat around a table.  All were relaxed, slightly slouching in their seats.  The lights were not the uncomfortable brightness of the medical bays or halls, nor the dim-lit spaces of the engine rooms or hidden maintenance gantries.  It was a comfortable, cozy light, illuminating the fake wood of the table and the three that sat around it.  

“How the hell did we get on this topic of conversation?” asked Admiral Vir, his face swirling a myriad of colors: the green of his eyes, blond of his hair, black of his eyepatch, and currently, red of his face.  

“I’m not precisely sure,” drawled Commander Shepard, “But I believe it has something to do with our good comrade Quill over there complementing extra-terrestrial hips.”  

“Hey!  There is nothing wrong with pointing out that your chief engineer, despite wearing a face mask and enviro-suit all the time, is pretty hot.  Perfect, well-rounded figure,” replied Quill, grinning and adjusting his long, red-brown greatcoat.  “Though, it’s just an observation.  I’m already taken.  By an alien with just as good, if not better, hips.”  Vir buried his face in his hands, and Shepard just sighed.  “What I don’t get, though,” he continued, “Is why the hell Vir here is attracted to Sunny?  Listen, Gamora and Tali are hot.  They have ass.”  At this, Shepard groaned loudly and joined Vir with his head in his hands.  “I don’t get why you’re attracted to an eight foot tall, four armed, beaked, carapaced alien.  Unless you’re into some pretty… interesting… things.”  Vir looked over to Shepard.

“This is how this conversation’s going to go, isn’t it?” he said.  Shepard simply nodded.  

“Yeah,” he replied.  

“I mean, no judgement if you are,” continued Quill.  “I’ve done it with aliens a lot weirder than Drev.  If you’re into that sort of thing… whatever thing a Drev is, that’s fine.”  Vir simply sighed again.

“Jesus, Quill.”  He looked around, staring at the ceiling for a moment before turning back to his companions.  “Alright.  Fine.”  He cracked his neck.  “You know what?  You want me to ‘fess up, I will.  I��”  He trailed off for a moment, working his jaw and wringing his hands before letting out a breath.  “I… like…”  He noticed the expectant looks of the other two at the table.  “Okay, fine, love… Sunny.”  He threw up his hands, face an even deeper shade of red, if at all possible.  “There.  Said it.  Please kill me.”  

“Well.  No offense Adam, but I wasn’t expecting you to start off with that,” replied Shepard.  

“Neither did I,” murmured Adam.  He looked over to Quill once more.  “It’s not that I like Drev.  It’s just that I like… her.  I…  She… Well…”

“C’mon Adam.  Spit it out.”  Vir sighed again.

“I love her.  No matter who or what she may be.  Not because she’s an alien.  Everything about her being… her.  If that makes sense,” he finished lamely.  Shepard and Quill, though, both nodded along sagely.  

“Yeah.  It does,” replied Shepard quietly.  “I… feel the same way.  In a way.”  He laughed.  “I guess tonight none of us are going to have a way with words.”  He let out a large sigh, and his eyes went distant, seeing things that existed a thousand miles away.  “I… think I do love Tali.  I think I do… but I haven’t even told her.”  He gave another laugh, this one much more bitter.  “I’m telling this all to you, but I haven’t even told her.  I… just… I don’t want to hurt her.”  He looked at his own scarred hands miserably.  “I’m a Spectre, and I’m running the most dangerous mission in the galaxy, on an unauthorized ship, and I just… don’t want anyone to hurt her.  And I don’t want to hurt her.  So I haven’t said anything,” he finished.  

“Yeah,” replied Quill, much more soberly than his teasing before.  “I know how you both feel.  I was a bit of a playboy for a while,” he grinned.  His expression became serious once more.  “But, after I met Gamora, and… was in a world without her, for a bit, I finally understood.  What it meant.  To actually love someone.”  He gave his cocky smile once again.  “Despite, you know, her being a super-assassin who can and has kicked my ass on multiple occasions.”  Both Vir and Shepard laughed.  

“You know, it’s funny how just talking can make you see things differently.  Make the world seem better,” said Shepard.  He grinned at Vir.  “Thanks for inviting us over.”  Vir looked at him strangely, frowning.  

“What do you mean?  You invited us.  You said you wanted to talk, and talk on my ship.”  Shepard responded with an equally puzzled expression.  

“No, I didn’t,” he insisted.  “You invited us here.”  Quill nodded in conformation.  

“Yeah.  You invited us.”  

“No I didn’t!” shot back Vir.  

“Well if you didn’t, who did?” asked Shepard.  Their argument was broken by a new voice, filled with righteous hate and vengeance, as cold as an ice-world blizzard.  

“I did.”  Quill, Vir, and Shepard started.  They hadn’t even heard the door open.  The imposing figure of Commissar Ciaphas Cain, clad in his heavy black greatcoat, boots, and cap, swirled through the door, holding his laspistol at the ready.  Vir, being the one in most contact with Cain (Cain was stationed aboard his ship, after all), had heard stories from the Valhallan infantry about Imperial commissars.  They had all said how lucky they’d been to have Cain, as many commissars were hate-filled, imposing men and women who ruled through sheer terror.  Vir had laughed it off.  Cain was calm.  Cain was understanding.  Cain was always one to look for a solution to any problems, and prevent people from fighting.  Even when they had first met, when the Imperials, so unused to aliens, had tried to pick fights with the Omen’s crew, Cain had calmed things down.  He was the perfect officer.  

But now, Vir remembered the Valhallans’ stories.  Cain fit the description of a commissar perfectly now.  His massive height, the dark uniform, the eyes blazing with a hate that was so un-Cain like and outstretched laspistol made him a figure of nightmares from a totalitarian and xenophobic government.  Xenophobic…  Shit!  Apparently, all three men sitting at the table had the same idea at once, and made a motion to rise.  Cain tightened his grip on the laspistol, and flicked it clearly at each one of them in turn.  

“Ah, un uh.  Sit back down,” he hissed.  “Hands on the table.”  The three complied, lowering themselves back into their seats slowly.  Cain kept the gun pointed at them.  

“Cain?” asked Shepard hesitantly.  “What’s this about?”  

“I’m no fool,” replied Cain, “Though I think you believe me one.”  His gloved fingers tightened on the laspistol grip.  There was a brief pause as Cain glared at the three.

What made both Shepard and Vir such good commanding officers was their ability to read people.  They were experts at knowing what people were thinking, and how to react accordingly.  What shocked them both was the expression of pure betrayal behind Cain’s cold eyes.  That was an emotion neither of them expected.  

“I’d heard rumors, of course.  Some tabloid drama, accusing humanity's greatest heroes of xenophilia, of all things.”  Cain scoffed.  “Disgusting, I thought.  How dare they slander you so!”  Cain’s voice dropped from anger to pure fury.  “But then,” he hissed, “Then I heard more official reports.  I heard your speeches.  I saw pictures.  I heard rumors not from some disgusting two-bit reporter, but from your own crews.  I am not blind, though you might think me so.  And this?”  He waved his pistol around the room.  “You were humanity’s best.”  His voice dropped into a whisper, resonating with hurt and betrayal.  “I gave you a chance.  I thought it could not be so.  I thought that even though you served with aliens, they were subservient to you.  To humanity.  But now I have proof.  Proof of your degeneracy.  From your own mouths.  You confessed.  I gave you a chance to say otherwise, a second chance, but you… scum,” he finished, too angry for words.  He noticed their glances at the door and gave out a dark laugh.  “Oh, no.  There’s no one here to save you, traitors.  I made sure of it.”  

“So what now?” asked Shepard calmly, breaking the tension.  

“Now?” replied Cain, laspistol still pointed at the three.  “Now I kill you, as is my duty.  I lock this door, and pretend there is some urgent conference I need you for.  I tell Kasteen and Brocklaw to have Simone set a course to Watch Fortress Novus Galactica, and there the Inquisition will purge this ship, then return for the others.  There is no escape.”  Vir stood up, hands raised, fury on his face.  

“If I’m going to die I’m going to get my say.  I never did enough of that in life,” he said with a bitter laugh.  He fixed Cain with an equally furious stare, looking at the double-headed golden eagles on Cain’s cap and lapels.  Those eagles.  Those god-damned eagles.  “I’ve had enough of people like you.  I’ve had enough of trying to explain myself.  I’m not some sick fuck.  I’m not a degenerate.  I love an alien for who she is, not what she is.  And if you kill me, then you kill me,” he spat.  Cain smirked.

“So be it.”  He was interrupted by a sound.  A metallic click-click.  A sound known by every member in the room.  A sound known to almost every human and alien in existence.  A sound known by all who ever watched human movies, or fought human armies.  A sound that first came into existence in 1835 and was repeated every day, somewhere in human territory across nine galaxies ever since.  The sound of a revolver hammer being cocked.  

“Put the gun down, Commissar.”  The voice of Thomas Drake was smooth.  Unemotional, and uncaring at the drama unfolding in front of him.  His matt-black revolver, held by his dark gloves, was pointed at Cain’s head.  He was at a perfect distance, where Cain could not turn on him before being gunned down.  Vir still stood, Shepard and Quill both seated, their hands still up or on the table.  The only movement Cain made was to clench his jaw and extend his pistol arm farther.  

“Drake,” hissed Cain.  “I should have known.  You knew all their secrets.  You hid this from us!”  

“Of course,” replied Drake.  “Their actions are their own, though, and their secrets were not mine to give out.”  Cain’s hand squeezed the pistol grip even tighter, his augmetic fingers balancing it through his rage.

“I can still kill them, Drake.  I suggest you put your gun down before that happens,” he suggested, his voice tight.  Drake laughed.  

“Yes.  One.  Before I kill you.  One squeeze of the trigger I can’t prevent.  I can prevent two, though.  But you won’t.”  Drake’s voice was delighted, smiling wryly at a secret only he possessed.  “You won’t because I know you won’t.  You won’t because I know your secrets.  I read your book!  Your autobiography!” he announced with malicious triumph.  “I know how your mind works, and I know that you don’t want to die on this ship, or anywhere else, especially for the life of one measly heretic.  So you put your gun down, Commissar.”  Cain struggled for a moment, his muscles clenching and unclenching, before he finally gave a disgusted snort and tossed his laspistol on the table.  Vir, Quill, and Shepard let out breaths they didn’t know they were holding.  

“So then,” sneered Cain.  “What now, oh Captain Drake?  You have already proven you won’t kill me, and they cannot be allowed to live,” he said.  Drake merely smiled.  

“Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘To understand someone you must see the world through their eyes’?” he asked.  The other four occupants of the room nodded, unsure of where this was going.  “Well, that’s precisely what’s going to happen.  Let’s see if you’ll kill each other when you know precisely how you each operate.”  He gave a dark grin and gestured with his pistol at Vir, Shepard, and Quill.  “Now.  You three.  Put your weapons on the table,” he ordered.  The three stared at him in shock.  

“But… why?” replied Quill.  “You saved us,” he said, as if that explained his reasoning.  Drake simply laughed again.

“I like to be the only one in a room holding a weapon.  Especially in a situation as intense as this.  Now.  Guns on the table.  Vir, you aren’t carrying a weapon.  Shameful,” he drawled.  “Your pistols, Quill, and the knives I know you have in your sleeve and boot.  Your sidearm, Shepard.”  The three complied, Drake’s revolver now pointed at them as Cain scowled at the situation.  “Wonderful,” said Drake.  He took a step back, walking through the doorway, and gestured at the four men to follow him.  They complied grudgingly, still shooting death glares at each other.  Drake put a hand to the communications device in his left ear, not moving his gun arm an inch.  “Beam us up, Scotty,” he said simply.  With a whir and flash, the five disappeared from the Omen, only to suddenly see the hallways of the Enterprise around them.

“So.  Kirk and the Starfleet officers are in on this as well.  Why I am not surprised,” stated Cain, looking at his surroundings with grudging simplicity.  

“Maybe.  Maybe not,” replied Drake.  He lowered his pistol, finger coming off the trigger.  “No one’s here, either.  No help from the crew here.”  He tilted his head to a large grey door.  “In that room.”  Looking warily at his gun, trying and thinking how to take it from him all the while, the four followed Drake’s command.  The room was an empty expanse of darkness.  None of them could tell its purpose or how big it truly was.  

“What is this place?” asked Quill.  

“It's called a ‘holodeck’,” replied Drake.  “It is a room that is, essentially, a massive virtual reality.  It’s usually used for some sort of training simulation programs, but this time, I’ve made sure it can read memories.  Oh yeah,” he grinned.  “It can do that.  And that is what’s going to happen.  We are going to delve inside each of our minds, and see what makes us all tick.  Maybe if you see someone else’s entire life laid out in front of them from their point of view you’ll be less likely to kill them.”  Drake took in their apprehensive glances.  “Oh yes.  I know.  All of us have secrets.  And I’m sure none of you really trust this.  That’s why I’ll go first.  Let us begin.”

There we have it.  Cain can tolerate a lot of things, including working with aliens, but absolutely not romancing aliens.  I shall continue this story line, with all of these characters giving their own horrible memories.  As always, I own no one except Drake, and all characters belong to their original rightful owners.  If you have any criticisms, comments, concerns, questions, or requests, feel free to tell me!  

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Birthdays, First Times, and Letters from Princeton Pt. 1 (Riarkle Future Two Shot)

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle

Characters: (Main) Riley Matthews and Farkle Minkus, (Supporting) Maya Hart-Hunter, Lucas Friar, Zay Babineaux, and Isadora Smackle, (Minor/Mentioned) Cory Matthews, Topanga Lawrence-Matthews, Stuart Minkus, and Jennifer Bassett-Minkus

Rating: Honestly, I’m gonna go ahead and go M with view discretion advised. It’s not graphic but it’s right the title, folks, this is Riarkle’s first time.

Description: This isn't how Riley thought they would end. Then again, she never thought that they would.

Author’s Note: Okay, for this being the first sex-ish scene I’ve ever published, I am very proud of it… So, I hope you guys like it or at least understand that I did my best as a blushing, stuttering virgin :D

It was a week until Farkle’s birthday on April 1st and Riley was in a downright panic.

It wasn’t that she didn’t have a gift for him.

She was his girlfriend, of course, she had a gift for him!

She’d gone to Barnes & Nobles weeks ago and purchased both Death by Black Hole and The Pluto Files by Neil deGrasse Tyson. She then proceeded to read both books herself, leaving notes and annotations throughout to lend a little bit of herself, of them, to the copies.

So, no, that wasn’t it.

It was something…else.

It was sex.

And the fact that she and Farkle had yet to have it… All because of her.

She’d just never done anything with anyone! She’d gone farther with Farkle than she ever had with Lucas, for god sake! And Farkle had only seen her shirtless! With her bra still on!

The genius hadn’t said anything about their slow pace; he never dared to pressure or push Riley but she had to imagine he was starting to wonder. They were teenagers, after all, who had admitted to being in love with each, who had been together five months, and still nothing.

Not that Riley didn't want to, she did, god she did, she just didn’t really know how to…go about it?

She obviously knew how sex worked practically, but reading about an act so intimate and performing it were completely different things! What if she made a fool out of herself? What if, well, what if she wasn’t… good?

Saturday night, with Maya dozing off beside her and steadily breathing into her hair, Riley finally worked up the courage to voice her fears. Reluctantly, she whispered up to the dark ceiling, “Maya?”

“Mmmm?” The blonde mumbled, snuggling closer.

“What was your first time like?”

There was a long silence before Maya muttered, “Ah, my first time…?”

Clearing her throat and fidgeting with her hands, Riley took a deep breath to gather her wits, “You know,” She pressed, lowering her voice, even more, to be just barely audible, “Having sex?”

Riley felt her best friend stiffen against her.

Maybe she’d made an assumption that wasn’t true? Maybe Maya was as much a virgin as she was? But, Riley kind of knew that couldn’t be true… it was just the way Maya commented on the topic when they binged Netflix or watched movies; the blonde just knew things. Things she wouldn’t unless from she had personal experience.

“Oh,” The other girl finally piped up, now sounding wide awake, “That.”

She sprang up, switching on Riley’s lamp to narrow her pretty, blue eyes on the brunette, “Why do you want to know?”

The girl blushed furiously, her hands coming up to cover her cheeks, as she sat up as well. Riley squeaked out, “No reason!”

Maya thought for a moment before a look of realization crossed her features. Her lips twisted into a bemused smirk, “Farkle’s birthday is a week away.”

“So?”

“So, your boyfriend’s birthday is a week away.” Maya continued, grinning wolfishly, “Riley Nebula Matthews! Are you thinking about having sex with Farkle?!”

Smacking a hand over her friend’s mouth, Riley’s eyes darted to her bedroom door, “Oh my god, Maya! Could you not scream something like that, please!?”

Licking the other girl’s hand to gain freedom, Maya rolled her eyes and lowered her volume, “So, are you?”

“No!” Riley hissed before her eyes skirted away, “I don’t know!” She ran a hand down her face before biting her lip and slowly nodding, meeting Maya’s eyes once again, “Yes.”

“Wow, okay!” The blonde faltered, her joking mood dissipating as she realized the severity of the situation to Riley. This wasn’t something her friend would take as lightly as she had. Knowing Riley, it would actually be the exact opposite with the girl overthinking every possible detail and outcome.

Nodding back seriously, Maya shrugged, “Well, what do you want to know?”

Riley relaxed slightly, giving Maya a look of relief. Of course, Maya understood… “Does it really hurt?”

The blonde cocked her head to the side, “The truth?”

“Uh, yeah? I think?”

“A little bit, I guess,” The other girl recalled, looking off in the distance, “But I mean, he’s as inexperienced as you, right? And it usually goes a bit smoother if he knows that beforehand.” She added, giving the brunette a pointed look.

Riley gazed down at her lap, where she was picking at the stitching on her comforter, “We’ve talked about it,” She paused, shifting on the bed uncomfortably and frowning, “He’s not, by the way.”

“Not what?” Maya quirked an eyebrow.

Her friend gave her an exasperated expression, “Inexperienced, okay? Farkle isn’t a vir- He's not a virgin.”

“What!?” Maya’s eye widened. She hadn’t seen that one coming, thinking about the little turtlenecked Farkle from middle school. Granted he hadn’t been that boy in a long time, but that’s who he still was in Maya’s heart. He still needed to be protected…

“He had sex with Smackle,” Riley explained with a look of distaste, “Sophomore year.”

“Interesting,” The blonde commented before shrugging, “Honestly, that’s probably a good thing. At least he knows what he’s doing so you might actually get a good time out of it.”

“Maya!” Riley gasped, blushing hard again.

“Riley!” Maya laughed, shaking her head.

The brunette slapped a hand over her face and groaned, “Okay, okay! So, after the ‘hurting a little bit’ part… does it, you know, get better?”

The blonde laughed again, throwing her head back, “Jesus, Honey! That’s kind of the point!” Leveling her gaze with her best friend, Maya grinned and nodded, “Yeah, it gets better. Depending on a lot of factors, it can get… wow.”

“Wow?”

“Yeah, wow.”

“But Maya, what if I’m not ‘wow’?”

Rolling her eyes, Maya reached out and drew Riley’s hands into her own, “You and Farkle will be beyond wow, Riles. Trust me. You love each other so how could you not be?”

Slowly, the brunette nodded, the corners of her mouth curling into a small, nervous smile.

The plans had been set a month ago when they had decided on the party.

Farkle’s parents were, of course, going to be out of town on their son’s seventeenth birthday. So, Riley, Maya, Lucas, Zay and Smackle had made plans to take advantage of Farkle’s after school internship to sneak up to the Minkus penthouse and decorate for a party.

Farkle thought that everyone had simply wished him ‘happy birthday’ at school and that Riley might be able to stop by, depending on her Topanga’s shift.

Riley was buzzing at the idea of surprising her boyfriend.

The doorman knew them all by now and was used to letting them all up without questions, so that part had been easy. The decorations had gone up and Maya and Riley had attempted to bake a cake, only to be thrown from the kitchen by Zay. He ended up baking the cake and, disapproving of the girls’ store bought selection, whipped up homemade icing as well.

Smackle helped with the banner, writing out a joke what she swore Farkle would think was hilarious. Lucas and Maya hit each other back in forth with balloons and then bantered in helium infected voices, dragging Riley into the fun before too long.

They were all so focused on having too much fun, they lost track of time and all froze upon hearing the distinct sound of the private elevator whirling up.

“Shit!” Riley hissed, shocking everyone, “Hide!”

They did… just not well.

Farkle stopped upon taking a single step out of the elevator, looking around, “Uh, hey guys?”


“SURPRISE!” Riley tossed the curtain she was hiding behind aside and flung herself at her boyfriend, who chuckled and caught her in his arms. “Do you like it?”

“Um, yeah!” The genius took in Smackle sitting on the floor by the half-finished banner, the flour covered Zay, and Maya and Lucas’ helium accents before looking down at Riley. 

Her big, brown eyes were filled with uncertainty and she worried at her lip. Ducking to press a kiss to her temple, Farkle turned to his friends, “Really, it’s great, guys. Thank you!”

They laughed and danced and played board games. Even Scrabble was brought out because it was Farkle’s birthday, though Maya kept spelling out dirty words and making up rules. Riley proudly shocked everyone by winning Clue but then everyone gave up on Monopoly only about halfway through. Twister could have, admittedly, gone better… but the laughs were worth the one twisted ankle.

Farkle swore it was the best birthday he’d ever had. He didn't need his mother or father to make it okay when his friends, and most of all Riley, had already made it perfect.

Slowly, the group settled down and started to filter out. Smackle had an essay to write over the weekend, Zay was worried about the swelling of his ankle (it wasn’t even that swollen), and Lucas just wanted to get home to his Momma.

Soon it was just Maya, Riley, and him on the couch. It seemed appropriate. As much as they loved their full group of friends, there would always be something different and more powerful about the bond between the trio that the others didn't understand.

Sandwiched between the two girls he loved the most, the three of them giggled and bantered while watching Cosmos reruns.

As an episode ended, Maya sighed and jumped up. “Well, you dorks enjoy some alone time; I gotta split! Riles, am I still covering for you?”

Farkle looked down at his girlfriend curiously. She had rested her head on his shoulder halfway through the show but she sat up now and nodded to her friend. “Yeah, if you don’t mind?”

Maya waved her off, “Please, I’ve told bigger lies. Night guys and happy birthday, Farky.”

And then they were all alone.

“Babe, what did Maya mean she was covering for you?” Farkle leaned his head back against the couch cushion as Riley got up and made her way across the room.

“Well,” Riley turned around before him, playing with her hands, “I told my parents that I was spending the night at her house.”

Looking up at her, his brow furrowed, “So? You’ve spent the night at Maya’s a million times before.”

“I have,” The girl nodded, swinging her arm down and turning, taking a few soft steps further across the room. She glanced over her shoulder, “But I’m not spending the night at Maya’s tonight.”

Sitting up, Farkle looked at her in confusion, “You’re not?”

“No, I’m not,” Riley answered matter-of-factly, turning to him and leaning back against the frame of the hallway to his bedroom. She bit her lip, looking down at her crinkled toes before bringing her eyes back up to him from under her long eyelashes, “I’m staying the night here. With you.”

She pointed over her shoulder, “Preferably in your bedroom. In you bed.”

The poor boy was frozen by her words, looking dumbfounded. “But-but I sleep there?”

Riley giggled, “Yeah you do, Love. I hope you don’t mind sharing with me?” 

She puckered her lips and slipped her old black military jacket from middle school off, letting it fall to the floor.

Jumping up to his feet, Farkle shook his head frantically. 

Smiling sinfully, his girlfriend slipped around the corner without a word. The boy stood there for a minute, trying to play the whole conversation of the last few minutes back.

He wasn’t crazy, right? Riley was definitely hinting at something here… Right?

God, Farkle, just slow down. You cannot jump to conclusions here. You cannot screw this up. She probably just wants to snuggle, Riley does that all the time and you know it. Calm down!

“Love? You coming?” Her angelic voice called from down the hall and suddenly his feet were moving without him telling them too.

Riley was leaning against his desk when he reached his room.

Between her jacket being on during the whole party and the ruffling fabric, Farkle hadn’t noticed just how closely the white dress she was in hugged every curve.

It also hung low, but not distastefully so, on her chest. The cheap Pluto mood necklace he'd won for her from some arcade machine hung down, rising and falling with each breath.

His eyes wandered lower to the dress's hem, which just barely reached her mid-thigh. The fabric bunched slightly from her lower back leaning against the desk, making the dress come up dizzying to just below her ass.

With her careful, open eyes boring into him, she played with the buckle of the tan, leather belt she’d paired with the dress. It was like she was... teasing him?

His heart raced.

Slowly, as if testing the waters between them, she undid the belt and let that also drop to the floor. Just that tight, ruffled white dress remained and whatever was underneath…

God, he really shouldn't think about that or he was definitely going to need a cold shower. Swallowing hard, Farkle rubbed the back of his neck, “Do you, uh, wanna borrow someth-“

Riley sighed, a frown forming on her face as she cut him off, “How are you not getting this, Farkle?”

“G-get what?” He stuttered, praying to whatever god it was that Riley believed in that his less than appropriate thoughts weren't written across his face, “I was just tryin-”

“Farkle!” The girl exclaimed, throwing her hands up, "I want to have sex with you!”

The teenage boy stopped thinking completely for a moment. His whole mind went blank as he marveled at his impatient girlfriend. Riley fucking Matthews wanted to have sex with him, Farkle Bassett Minkus?

In his dreams... literally.

"Y-you do?" Farkle finally managed to ask, his eyes involuntarily wondering over the girl's body in a way that he rarely let himself. Thoughts, thoughts he never let his waking mind dwell on started to fill his brain and made him feel a little lightheaded.

She moved across the room until they stood almost toe-to-toe. She grew quiet, eyes dropping to his lips, “I do. Right here." She raised herself up on her cute, little tiptoes, brushing her lips teasingly against his as she whispered, "Right now."

There was a pause, a single unified beat of both their hearts, before Farkle collided with her, sweeping her off her feet and pressing her a little bit roughly, a little bit clumsily, into the wall.

Riley gasped in surprise, eagerly kissing him back and tangling her fingers in his hair, soft like down feathers. She bit down lightly on his lip, taking advantage of his moan to slip her tongue into his mouth.

He tasted like oxygen, mint toothpaste, and hypoallergenic, all natural, coconut chapstick. His scent, like rain-scented detergent and soap, was intoxicating and invaded every single one of her brain cells. Every inch of his skin that brushed against her’s sent tingly electric currents rocketing throughout her body. Her heart felt like a sledgehammer in her chest as she took in the perfect Farkle-ness of it all.

And still, she wanted more.

Reaching down, Riley slipped her hands under his shirt, running her fingertips over his bare skin and making him shiver and lean into her touch. Like she had a gravitational pull. Like he couldn't help but be drawn right into her. The thought lit her on fire and turned every cell in her body into a live wire.

Farkle brought his hands up, cradling her face in his calloused palms and kissing her so hard it almost hurt. Neither minded. Farkle was desperate to remember everything detail, to commit every part of Riley Matthews to memory the way he had the electronic configurations of the periodic table.

Bubblegum.

Bubblegum, strawberries, and homemade icing, that was what she tasted like and his tongue had never tasted any flavor sweeter.

Sunflowers.

She smelled like sunflowers and Central park in the fall and something else that was just purely Riley and could never be replicated.

Pulling away, breathless, Farkle ducked his head to find that spot on Riley's throat that always made her gasp his name. Satisfaction shot through his gut as he heard her do just that, tightening her grip in his hair.

At some point her legs had come up to wrap around his waist, making her skirt ride up, but he couldn’t recall when exactly that had happened. Or when his hands had found their way to her exposed thighs. He didn't really care.

Riley let her eyes fall back open and stared up at the planetarium as Farkle teasingly scraped his teeth over her pulse. Jesus Christ, it felt like Farkle, his arms holding her up, his kiss searing her skin, was the only think keeping her grounded to the Earth, stopping her from floating away into the vastness of the galaxy.

"I love you," She sighed, eyes still on the stars. She did and she was pretty sure she always would. Loving Farkle Minkus was written into her DNA, as much a part of her as her smile or brown hair.

Farkle pulled away, his dazed gaze focusing on the masterpiece before him. Riley was looking positively sinful with disheveled curls, swollen lips, and rosy cheeks as she panted.

"I love you, too." Tracing circles over the soft skin of her thighs with his thumb, he leaned in and pressed one burning kiss to her lips, "Always."

She couldn't take it anymore. He was so close and still not close enough and she was so hot but still craved more heat.

“Bed," Riley whispered her tone as foreign and sexy as her darkened eyes. "Now."

“Could not agree more,” Farkle responded, shifting his hands down further to support her as they moved away from the wall and he walked to the edge of his bed, laying her back softly on the mattress. Instantly, he moved to kiss her again, this time making his way to the collarbone that always drove her wild.

Moaning, her back arched and she pressed against him. Frantically, she gripped his t-shirt and tugged it off, running her nails lightly, teasingly, down his bare back. Humming into her skin, Farkle decided to push her a little further and gently nibbled at her ear.

Whining slightly, Riley threaded her fingers back up and through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him fully on top of her. Their legs tangled, one of his slotting between hers. His hand carefully moved up her leg, giving her time to stop him, before slipping under her skirt.

A hand pushed against his chest, making him break the kiss against her skin.

Riley stared up at him, her eyes filled with such love and lust and trust that it made it hard for him to breathe himself. Swallowing, she licked her lips before speaking, “Always. Promise me.”

Riley Matthews had never doubted the love Farkle Minkus had for her. She knew it was true and deep and not like other teenage loves. There was something in her whisper, in her gaze, that made Farkle want to promise her anything in the galaxy she could ever want.

It was her heart, her soul.

She was baring both, offering every piece of both to him.

Farkle didn't deserve her, would never deserve Riley, but that didn't stop him from selfishly holding on to her as long as possible. And God, he loved her. There would never by any other girl, any other being, in the cosmos for him. Riley Matthews was his forever. She was his always. Alway and always and always.

"I promise."

He leaned down to whisper it into her hair, to write it along the curve of her wrist with his lips, and across her cheekbones in butterfly kisses. He pushed the dress up her body until it slipped over her head, tossing it aside to later be found on his bedroom floor.

Farkle kissed a trail to just over her belly button and grinned when Riley giggled. The girl arched her back without warning and tucking her hands behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting the straps fall from her shoulders.

He watched frozen, taking in the parts of this perfect human being that she’d reserved for him alone. Reanimating, Farkle kissed her and touched every bare inch of her to commit it all to memory so that maybe later he could draw a map in his head of all the places that made her shiver when he kissed them just right.

Riley's hands found their way down to his belt and made easy work of undoing the damn thing. Keeping her lips pressed to his, she tugged impatiently at the jeans, sending all the message Farkle needed to discard that article of clothing as well.

Both of their hands shook as they finally bore all of themselves, physically and so much more than physically, to each other. They moved together in sync as they took everything in, both of them enthralled and a little scared of what was next.

Farkle leaned down and kissed Riley like his life depended on it like she was oxygen. He lost himself in her, drowning in lips like candy, the scent of Central Park in his nose, and the warmth of the sun that flowed through her veins.

Riley’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets and bit her lip. Blood rushed throughout her body and a bit of pain. She tried to relax as Farkle whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Soon, though, the pain was scorched away by that burning fire, the one that alway ignited in her chest when she was with this boy who she loved more than life.

It was beautiful.

It was perfect.

It was so far beyond wow that there weren’t even words.

And when it was over, Riley looked up at the stars scattered across the ceiling and ran her fingers through Farkle’s hair as he slept soundly still on top of her, his ear resting over her heart and his arms wrapped protectively around her waist.

She reveled in the feel of his skin against her’s. How they just seemed to fit together, like they were made that way.

Smiling, she looked down at his peaceful face and pressed a kiss to his forehead before laying back and closing her own eyes, giving in to exhaustion.

Riding the subway home the next morning, Riley Matthews felt different.

She’d expected to. How could she not? But she thought that maybe she would have felt…less than before? They didn't call it 'losing' your virginity for nothing right? Wasn't it supposed to feel like something was... gone?

But that wasn’t at all how she felt. Not the Riley was complaining.

Instead, she felt this weightless, free feeling buzzing in her belly. The smile that she couldn’t wipe from her face was starting to make her cheeks sore and earn her weird looks but she didn't care.

Dancing up the stairs to her family’s apartment, she even felt good enough to grab the mail from the post box as she passed. As she eased her key into the lock of the front door, her heart skipped upon noticing the unmistakable coat of arms of Princeton University.

Smile dropping, she pushed into the apartment, dumping the rest of the mail on the coffee table as she passed.

"Sweetie! You're home!"

"How was Maya's?"

Riley ignored her parents' greetings from the kitchen. With shaking hands, she tore the letter open and frantically unfolded the piece of paper within.

Dear Ms. Matthews,

We were honored to evaluate your academic and personal record for admission to our Ivy League university. That being said, Princeton University can only accept so many elite students into each incoming class. We regret to inform you that you have not met our requirements and are therefore not accepted to Princeton University.

We wish you the best of luck in your academic pursuits,

Janet Lavin Rapelye Princeton University Dean of Admissions

And just like that, the world ended.

“Riley? Sweetie, you’ve been staring at that paper for the last ten minutes? You okay?” Topanga asked, coming up behind her daughter to peek over her shoulder.

Riley stepped away from her mother’s touch, whirling around with teary eyes, “It’s my Princeton letter,” She swallowed, trying in vain to thwart the closing of her throat, “I-I didn’t get in.”

Topanga looked back at Cory, who deflated at his daughter’s words, “Oh, Riles-“

“I think I’m going to go lay down,” Riley blurted out, nodded numbly, “I’m, uh, really tired so…”

Slamming her bedroom door, the girl slipped down the wood and pressed a hand over her mouth to quiet her whimpers. 

She had to go to Princeton because Farkle was going to Princeton. She studied for weeks, months, to retake her SATs and ACT. She’d worked so hard, tried so hard, for them, so that they could have a future together.

And now that wasn’t going to happen because she wasn’t going to Princeton.

An hour later, as she lay in bed, her phone buzzed.

From My Love: Okay, I know I’m probably being completely ridiculous but I already need to see you. Please tell me you aren’t busy!

Riley sighed, reading and rereading Farkle’s easy, happy words. He didn’t know his girlfriend, the girl he’d just shared so much of himself with, was a failure. She hadn’t even told him she was applying to the school of his dreams. She, ironically, hadn't wanted to worry him because she loved him and she never wanted to hurt him.

To My Love: Can’t. Not feeling good.

She never wanted to hurt him… but what if it was the best thing for him?

Farkle came by on Sunday.

Riley pleaded with her mother to just tell him she was sick, just get him to go away.

Maya, who’d slipped into the bay window a few hours early, narrowed her eyes at her best friend but didn’t push… not yet anyway.

It wouldn’t have mattered if she had anyway. Riley had already made up her mind.

Uh-oh, that don’t sound too good…

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