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Who: Riley Matthews and Lucas Friar
What: Waking Up Naked :o
When: Monday morning
Where: Lucas' house
Warnings: Naked teenagers for a hot second
Status: Closed/Complete gdoc



Lucas was very, very happy. That was the first thing he processed as he started to wake up. He was comfortable, too. That wasn't really a surprise, since he was always comfortable in his bed. It didn't even really feel like a surprise to not be alone in bed, either. They were married, so of course he and Riley would be in bed together. He had a weird needling in the back of his mind that he needed to go to work soon, but that was silly. He hadn't graduated yet, hadn't even gone to college, so he definitely wasn't going to work anytime soon.

Maybe it was just a dream of some kind. It'd been a very nice dream, growing up and getting married and being happy. Kind of weird that it was set forever ago, but dreams were dreams. Good dreams were the best kind of dreams there were, so he chased after it and pulled her in closer, unthinking about the blurry line between dreams and reality.

***

Riley was comfortable, wrapped up in the arms of the love of her life, content and eager to face their life together when she came around, snuggling in against the body beside her for a moment, wondering if her clothes had been brought into the house and what he might like for breakfast, knowing she should get up first but not being able to bring herself to do it. As wakefulness began to set in, though, she knew that was wrong. She didn’t want to make Lucas breakfast, she couldn’t even cook, and she definitely wasn't a happily married woman. She was just a girl and she was in bed with her boyfriend.

Naked in bed with her boyfriend and that was the last place she wanted to be. They’d talked about that kind of thing, had agreed nothing like that was going to happen until she was ready and very sure about it, but apparently the dome had had other plans.

She wriggled some, trying to pull away, but Lucas was freakishly strong and she couldn’t quite get out of his arms. Riley wound up just tapping him on the chest and pulling the sheets up to cover herself the best she could manage. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to just disappear and pretend this wasn’t happening.

***

The wriggling was what caught his attention, pushed him that last bit toward wakefulness. Lucas' eyes went wide when he took in exactly what was happening. He could help but glance down and it really sunk in that they'd totally had sex last night. Oh jeeze. He quickly shut his eyes and let go of her.

"I um. I'm..." He really wasn't sure what to say, but he knew he needed to give her the chance to get dressed without him looking. "I won't look," he promised, even though he really, really wanted to. "I- I was having a dream. About living in the wild west and we got married and-" And they'd had the kind of first time that he'd wanted for her to have. Minus the part where she didn't even get to come. That was definitely embarrassing.

"Did the dome play tricks on us again?" That was probably the only real explanation for what was happening to them yet again. Lucas did feel bad though because she wasn't ready and the dome kept putting them in situations where it happened. At least this time they were married.

***

With a breath of relief when he promised not to look, Riley carefully shifted, still pulling the sheets around her so she could get up and find her clothes. Except her clothes weren’t there because she hadn’t gone there. It hadn’t been her, but it had been and she remembered clearly as though it had happened to her the wedding and the...night after. It had been a lot better than the real first time they’d had together. She remembered wanting it and not being afraid and doing it with every intention of remembering and doing it again a thousand times. And she remembered Lucas had been the same Lucas who was gentle and took care of her and hadn’t rushed.

And Riley felt guilty all over again for the mistake she’d made months ago.

She hesitated a little, and just took a tshirt out of his drawer before answering. “I think so. It has to be, right? I remember that, too…”

It was by far the strangest thing that had ever happened to them, was the strangest new memories she’d ever gotten from this place, but it hadn’t been any more terrible than any of the other experiences they’d had. She’d been excited, she’d felt loved, she...had thought her uncle was her father but in the moment that was the least important thing.

***

Lucas really really did his best to not look, but it was his girlfriend and he couldn't help sneak a peek as she climbed out of bed with the sheet mostly wrapped around her. She was just so pretty and honestly just knowing she was naked beneath said sheet was enough to get him started. Which was honestly probably not good so he promptly shut his eyes again.

"It definitely has to be," he replied earnestly, or at least as earnestly as he could be with his eyes closed. It just felt like it was all kinds of like not the best idea to be cheerful about this, so Lucas was waiting for Riley to give him any sort of indication about how she felt. The last time they'd had sex, she'd only done it because she thought they'd forget it and now they'd had some kind of lucid dreaming type thing.

"I wonder if it happened to everyone? It usually does." Lucas took a chance and took another peek to see if it was okay to look for real, which sort of worked out because he saw her in one of his t-shirts and it didn't really cover her entirely. He really needed to stop peeking or else it was going to be even more awkward in a few minutes. "Um. Can I look again? Did you find your clothes?"

***

Riley just made thoughtful little noises meant to be agreement as he talked, couldn’t help but smile because she knew him well enough to know what he was doing. He was nervous, and trying to fill the space until she opened up to him. Probably. She thought. She kind of hoped because every instinct she had said she ought to be running out of there like she was on fire, straight to Maya and their window to talk about everything but at the same time she wanted to be able to have talks like that with Lucas, too. The big talks, the important ones that they were going to remember, those should happen between them, and it was okay if it wasn’t even in a window seat.

Maybe it could just be in bed.

Just...dressed in bed.

“I found your clothes,” she told him. “You can look. I’m going to borrow this, is that okay?” Hers definitely weren’t there and Lucas’ shirt wasn’t perfect by any means but it was long enough on her that it was okay as long as she didn’t try lifting her arms too high. “Do you want pants?”

He probably wanted pants. Riley didn’t wait long enough for him to answer before finding him a pair and taking them over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and very studiously not looking at him until he’d put them on. Then, she moved to lie down next to him again, kept some space between them. “Will you be mad if I say I still don’t want to?”

***

Lucas opened his eyes fully when she said he could look. "Yea," he replied, "yea that's okay." He really liked seeing her in his t-shirt, probably more than he should. Or maybe it was just the right amount considering he was in love with her. He nodded when she asked if he wanted pants even as she brought over his sweatpants to him. Lucas made quick work of pulling them on underneath the covers and before he could move again, she'd taken the first step and laid back down next to him.

"No!" He didn't mean to be so loud or to exclaim it quite like that, so he winced and reached for her hand. "No, I won't be mad," Lucas clarified a bit more softly. "I want you to want to." There was a part of him that wanted to say that it would be okay to wait until after they were married, but the smarter part of him said better not to scare her off again when she was opening up to him.

"But that...that's what I want for us. I mean, better for you, obviously, because that was super unfair that you didn't get to...um...come too." They had to be able to talk about it, or else they definitely shouldn't be doing it. That was what his parents always said. "But that you wanted to. That's what made it great." Maybe she'd finally start to believe him about that.

***

Maybe they had to be able to talk about it, but Riley definitely didn’t want to talk about it. Not in detail. She was barely okay bringing it up at all. Cheeks colouring, she kept his eyes away from his, arms wrapped around herself. “It’s okay,” she assured him quickly. She didn’t think it was unfair at all. It hadn’t felt unfair and she wasn’t sure that she was ever going to be at a point when she wanted to do it again so she could tell for herself. “I don’t...it was still nice.”

It had been a lot better than just nice, and she had to admit that. Wanting it more than she had their real first time had definitely made a difference, made her feel more guilty about than she already had been.

“I liked it. But I don’t...I don’t know what happened but that’s not me and I’m not yet. I’m sorry. I know you want to.” Lucas wanting to had been why she’d done it in the first place. He was never going to feel fair that he was always waiting for her and that she was taking such a long time to feel ready. Even knowing he didn’t blame her for it didn’t make her wish she was ready any less.

***

Lucas wondered if maybe he'd gone too far being so open with her about what had just happened, even if it was the responsible thing to do. He hated making her feel like she wasn't ready or like he was upset that she wasn't ready, when he absolutely wasn't. It just felt an awful lot like he couldn't win when it came to this and he really wanted to be doing the right thing.

"I don't know what happened either, but I know that it wasn't you," He promised her. "You don't have anything to apologize for. The dome is the one that should be apologizing to you." Lucas grinned, hoping that it would cheer her up a little bit. The amount of times they ended up in this sort of situation was honestly a bit weird, but no matter how often they ended up like this, he knew that it probably only made her feel worse.

"Look, Riley. I know I've said it before but I mean it. I don't care how long it takes for you to be ready with this. I love you. I don't need anything more than spending time with you to be happy." Maybe repetition would help her get it. Hopefully.

***

“I know.” She nodded against the pillow and smiled a little, relaxed enough that she could reach one hand to take his. “I believe you.”

She did believe him, unquestioningly now. She knew wasn’t going to rush her and knew that he wasn’t going to think any less of her or hate her, but she also knew that he wanted them to be having sex and she wished that she was able to be okay with that. One day, maybe sooner now that she knew that it could be good, now that she knew that all she had to do was want it and it would be magical like Maya said it was supposed to be. Riley just wished that she wanted it already. It had to be frustrating for him.

It was frustrating for her.

“And I love you, too.” She really was glad that if this kind of thing had to keep happening, it happened with Lucas. Who loved her back and who was gentle and understanding and just let her be her. “At least as much as that me loved that you.” And that was huge. Riley knew very clearly, as though it was actually her, that she’d loved the man she’d married more than words could even begin to express.

It still felt weird to know that just last night they’d been happily and eagerly having sex and she’d been planning to do it every night for as long as they could.

***

It felt good to know that she believed him about this and he twined their fingers together, glad that they could at least have that. Lucas really wanted to pull her in close, but he wasn't sure if she'd like that just yet. Not after the weird dream they shared and how much she wasn't ready for anything more. He did want to enjoy a more physical relationship, but not at the expense of their actual relationship.

Lucas grinned widely when she said that she loved him at least as much as their weird dream versions of themselves had loved each other. "It really means a lot to hear you say that," he replied, and he did an awful job of trying to keep his excitement contained. It really did mean the world to him that Riley loved him and that was all he ever needed to be happy.

"I know it happens a lot between us, but I'm glad we haven't gotten thrown into relationships with other people. I don't ever want to be with anyone else besides you." Lucas could admit that if she got involved with anyone else, he'd be super jealous and not at all happy about it, even if he'd never blame her for anything the dome did to them. Honestly, the dome was the worst sometimes.

***

“Me neither,” Riley agreed. She knew she could only deal with the things that happened, that always ended up pushing her to do things she really wasn’t ready to do, because it kept happening with Lucas. She loved and trusted him more than just about anyone and if she was going to have to wake up naked in someone’s bed, she only ever wanted it to be his.

Half of her wanted to just snuggle into his arms, but still remembering what had happened between them while they weren’t them, she couldn’t. She just held onto his hand.

“It’s not as scary as it was before,” she said softly. And that was huge for her. Looks at their future and what they could possibly be were always scary for her, always felt like it was trying to write things in stone and she didn’t want to lose the choice to be with him. It wasn’t so bad this time.

***

Lucas would always put Riley before him, what she wanted and needed, so it didn’t bother him any that they kept getting pushed together even though she wasn’t ready. She’d be even less ready if it ever happened with someone who wasn’t him. He could bear that awkwardness knowing it would be so much worse if she’d ended up in the same situation with someone who wasn’t him. He could only imagine how terrible it would be if she’d been put in this position with Briar, god forbid.

He knew better than to say any of that. Instead, Lucas focused on the best part of all this. That it wasn’t as scary. That was huge and his smile was one of pride and happiness. His girlfriend was the best. “See?” He gave her hand a squeeze. “It just takes time.” And Lucas knew they had plenty of it so he had no problem waiting. This was proof enough that it would be worth the wait ten times over once she was actually ready for more.

“It means a lot that you told me,” he added. She could have said nothing, but to Lucas, it meant she was making progress. Progress was great, no matter how slow that progress came.

*****

“I think it was less scary because it wasn’t really us,” she mused, mostly thinking aloud, but she did pull his hand and held it close to her chest, smiled at him. “It was just...a dream.”

A dream didn’t explain why she’d woken up naked in his bed or why she felt the same mostly pleasant kind of ache she’d felt after the first time they’d had sex, but a dream meant it hadn’t really happened

And if it hadn’t really happened then it wasn’t anything to be afraid of. It wasn’t their future being written in stone and it wasn’t Lucas wanting things she couldn’t give him yet and it was okay. It was good. It had been a good dream or a good different life and she wondered if that version of herself had gotten what she’d wanted, or would in the near future. They’d wanted to start a family. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen here but maybe in whatever different reality that was, it would. That was nice to think about.

Riley did want to get married and have children of her own one day, to be to someone what her parents were to her, but that was a long, long ways off.

***

Lucas could definitely understand her reasoning. Hopefully being just a dream was good, although normally with a dream like that, the sheets would be a totally sticky mess and they weren't in the slightest. "It's nice to know that they were happy and stuff. That they got their happy ending." Sometimes he worried that they wouldn't, but those thoughts never lasted very long. As long as they were together, Lucas knew they'd find the happiness that was just right for them.

"But we've been through this enough times that I know it doesn't change anything between us." He really wanted to make sure she knew that and he thought she did, but it never hurt to repeat himself just in case. "I just hope everyone else had a good time of it." Although he knew that wasn't true because there'd been some murders happening. "At least you still had your Uncle though, and I had my parents too. It's kind of cool that Briar was my brother." He really liked Maya's boyfriend, even if he cut school and was weird most of the time.

***

Riley wrinkled her nose at him, she didn’t like Briar as much as Lucas did, definitely not as much as Maya did, definitely thought he was one of the bad kids who didn’t really want to hang out with them and wouldn’t let them help him learn to be good. But she held her tongue, glad that Lucas was at least pleased.

Shifting a little, careful to keep the tshirt she’d borrowed from riding up inappropriately, she shifted onto her back, close enough that their shoulders were together, and kept hold of his hand. “It was nice to have parents again.” She still missed hers deeply. “And really nice that a lot of us were still together.”

It felt sort of like a life that could be. Maybe one day, not soon, but one day they could be happily married and she’d be excited instead of scared and they’d want to have a house and fill it with a family of their own and it would be wonderful like it had been.

***

Lucas was pretty okay with Riley not being Briar's biggest fan. He was definitely an acquired taste because of his rougher background, but he was a good guy deep down inside. Lucas firmly believed that anyway, especially now after being his adopted brother for a week. It had been kind of weird, knowing that people didn't like him because he was half native. It made him feel kind of gross truthfully, so he was going to have to apologize for that even though he definitely hadn't been as bad as other people had been.

When she shifted onto her back, he did the same so that their shoulders were more firmly together. Lucas did, at least, manage to make the comforter angle a bit so that it wouldn't draw any attention to the fact that he was sort of turned on. He would just attribute it to being morning wood and hopefully she wouldn't make too big a deal of it when or if she realized it.

"It was kind of nice. There were a lot of good parts to it, even if we were worried about a murderer most of the time." He very vividly remembered being worried for her safety and then elated once the man had been discovered and the murders resolved before their wedding.

***

“I wasn’t worried,” Riley insisted. It was easier to talk about the other version of herself like it had actually been her even if in her mind she was trying to separate them. “I knew you’d protect me.” She knew that now, too. If there was one thing she was sure about it was that Lucas was always going to be there to save her if she needed it, for as long as she wanted him to be. And Riley didn’t imagine she was ever not going to want him to be.

She didn’t know for sure but maybe he was her Cory Matthews. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he was.

It wouldn’t be as scary if she still had her parents here to reassure her everything would be okay, but she was getting used to them being gone, getting used to not having her dad to help her solve her problems on her own.

***

Lucas had been very worried, though he'd tried not to show it too much, and definitely only to his dad and brother. He'd taken his responsibilities as husband seriously, even if it had only been future husband for the duration of it. It was important to him to be responsible for his wife, and even in the weird, backwards way of thinking in the wild wild west, Lucas knew he only ever wanted the best for Riley and he trusted her to know what that was. It was the same way here, although he was maybe a little more protective of her in a different way.

"I'm always going to protect you," he replied, although he had a feeling she knew that from the way she'd said she knew he'd keep her safe. Lucas gave her hand a squeeze and nearly physically bit his tongue to stop himself from making it weird. He had a tendency to over talk, over share when he got on a tangent about how much he loved her. Considering how well she was taking everything, he knew he needed to just not make it worse.

***

“I know,” Riley assured, and shifted a little so that she could lean her head against his. It was a huge thing for her that she wasn’t running away, that she wasn’t freaking out too badly and she wasn’t too afraid that he was going to take what had happened as a sign to be something more than she was ready to be. She was learning to trust him a little more on that sort of thing.

She still worried that she wasn’t moving fast enough, that he was going to get frustrated with her and lose his patience and that hung over her all the time. She tried not to worry, though, and right now, laying in bed with him comfortably, stubbornly not even thinking about what they’d been doing last night, she wasn’t worried. She was comfortable and she was happy just to be there.