-BREAK-

She cannot believe that everything is about to blow up in her face.

Everything is going wrong and everyone in the world is out to piss her off.

Amy fucking Juergens is having his baby.

Ben fucking Boykewich is telling her that she can't have what she wants.

Grace fucking Bowman is going on a crusade to save the damn baby.

Jack fucking Pappas keeps trying to give her a Bible.

And he… He is the fucking root of all evil. He is going to be a fucking father. He is still trying to ruin the fucking Christian virgin. He still won't fucking admit that she is best for him when he knows damn well that it's true.

But for a few brief seconds she doesn't particularly give a shit, because his arms are wrapped around her body and his mouth is attached to her ear. She feels like the temperature in the bedroom has gone up at least ten degrees, but she can't help pulling him closer, trying to absorb more heat from his body. His length is pumping in and out of her, searing her insides as she writhes beneath him, pushing at her muscles. Her legs are locked behind his back, caging him against her, and her plump lips are pulling at his pulse. He grunts loudly and shifts his weight to both arms, hurriedly pushing himself into her.

She lets the cries tumble from her mouth freely, practically hoping that someone will hear, praying that he'll understand how well they fit and how well they are able to please each other. "Oh, fuck… Oh, oh, fuck… Fuck, oh…" Her painfully perfectly manicured nails are about to tear the skin on his shoulder blades, so she drags them down the full length of his back, hopefully scaring him for a little while. "Oh, Ri-… Right there…" She skillfully avoids his name because names are personal and she knows that the harder she holds on and the more sentimental she becomes the harder he'll begin to pull away.

His hand is cupping the fullness of her breast and his fingers are squeezing at her nipples, tugging hard, reminding her that this is nothing personal, this is strictly for release, it always had been, and it always will be. She smirks against his cheek. It's only going to be a matter of time before she changes his mind. He can only chase what he cannot have for so long. He can only want blonde instead of brown for so long. He can only want fresh instead of experienced for so long.

She runs one hand down his chest slowly, tracing the sharp outlines of his body. Mine, she thinks possessively, fucking mine, bitch. His mouth is on her neck now, licking and sucking at her sweaty skin, bruising her, marking her. She simpers to herself because she likes the idea of him branding her, claiming her, having her. Suddenly she's over the edge and every muscle in her body is clenching at once. She cries out, hoping that he feels this way too sometimes and that maybe she won't have to work so damn hard for his attention anymore.

"Oh, fuck," he moans suddenly. "Adrian…" And then he comes deep inside her, letting his head fall to rest on her shoulder, his eyes closed, his length still pumping. She throws her head back, pushing it into the pillow, her eyes wide as she revels in amazement. It's her name. And he said it. Softly, but he said it.

She grins wickedly into the darkness.

"I should go."

Her grin disappears. "You can't drive like this. Just relax for a few minutes, Hump-'n-Go." He sighs, but lowers his body next to her. Crossing an arm over his body, he strokes his finger over her hip silently. She closes her eyes, hoping that he can't see. She lets out a quiet, satisfied moan, and runs her tongue over her lips.

They have been lying silently for a while when he stands up and pulls on his boxers and jeans. "Are you seriously leaving now? You already broke curfew. Why bother?" He bends down and kisses her softly, running his finger down her collarbone. She kisses him gently, over and over, attempting to entice him into crawling back onto the bed. Tangling his hand in her hair, he grins against her lips.

"You smell like sex," he chuckles, resting his nose against the side of her head. Her hand slowly trails up his arm before lowering back down to grab a hold of his wrist. She bats her eyelashes.

"Shower?" she suggests brazenly, tightening her hold on his wrist.

He tugs away from her and leaves the room without another word. A door creaks open and slams shut. She sighs, letting her body relax against the mattress. It's only a matter of time until he can't resist anymore. All of a sudden there is a dull noise and she strains her ears. Sitting up, she looks around blindly in the darkness.

The hall light flicks on and a bath towel hits her in the face.

"Hurry your ass, Adrian. Are you coming or not?"

She smirks again.

Slowly, she is breaking him.

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AdrianLee&RickyUnderwood.

TheSecretLifeoftheAmericanTeenager.

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Author's Note: So...yeah. This is my first SLOTAT fic. Previously, I stuck near the High School Musical fandom (which I will be returning to eventually for those of you HSM fans who saw this alert in your inbox, got all excited, and where then crashed back down to reality. Sorry!). However, recently my friends and I have become attracted to the sheer ridiculousness that is Secret Life. To anyone who truly enjoys the show: I mean you no offense. My friends and I just happen to find everything that happens in the show hilarious.While my friends continue to laugh at all aspects of the show, Adrian and Ricky have intrigued me. There's more to their characters than just an obscene willingness to shed their clothes. At least, I think there is. Adrian is smarter than your typical school whore, and Ricky... Ricky is still a bit of a mystery, but there must be something worthwhile in there somewhere. Personally, I think they want each other. Well, it's insanely clear that Adrian wants Ricky. I just like to think that - deep, deep down - it's reciprocal. I know there are definitely people out there who insist that Ricky will man up and take care of Amy and her baby (apparently all thanks to Grace and her Christian influence, or something) and that Adrian will never end up with him, but I hope that it isn't true. Ricky is clearly extremely troubled thanks to his father; going around with girls willy-nilly is what he does, and I doubt that spending two weeks with an overly peppy Christian girl that he only wants to lay will have made much of a difference. And I doubt that Amy wants him very much anyway. Besides, he always seems to be going back to Adrian in the end. ;)

So anyway... I was thinking about making this a series of Adrian/Ricky drabbles, using them to work on character development and such.

Reviews would be a great way to leave your opinion!