Fic: Skins: An Important Date, The Better Offer and Forward Planning.

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Title: An Important Date (1/3)
Author: x_moonshine_x
Rating: G.
Characters: Tony and Sid.
Prompt: 057. Lunch.
Word count: 100.
Disclaimer: I still don’t own the show, but I am still working on it.
Summary: Tony’s acting suspiciously, but Sid’s onto him.

An Important Date

‘What’s on the menu then?’

Tony sat himself down at the table, reaching across and stealing one of Sid’s chips, a rather determined expression on his face as he popped it into his mouth.

Sid’s face contorted into a scowl. ‘Can’t you get your own?’ he queried. ‘I paid good money for these.’

‘No time,’ said Tony simply. ‘I have somewhere better to be.’

‘Oh, like where?’ The words dripped sarcasm.

‘Like a date, Sidney, but you wouldn’t know much about that.’

‘Does Michelle know?’

Tony smirked, shrugged and got to his feet again.

Five seconds later he was gone.

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Title: The Better Offer (2/3)
Author: x_moonshine_x
Rating: PG-13.
Characters: Tony and Maxxie.
Prompt: 052. Fire.
Word count: 100.

The Better Offer

They hit the wall with such force it knocked the air from his lungs, but he didn’t let it faze him, simply smiled and raked his short nails through Tony’s hair, pulling the taller boy closer and nipping at his bottom lip.

Tony hitched in a breath, his fingers swiftly working on buttons, zips and buckles, eyes darkening, burning, intense indigo.

‘Oh, fuck me…’ his words escaped on a sigh.

‘That was the plan,’ their reply sarcastic.

Silence… then moans, giggles, sighs, a crash as they span away from the wall and fell into one of the desks.

The usual.

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Title: Forward Planning (3/3)
Author: x_moonshine_x
Rating: PG-13.
Characters: Tony, Sid and Maxxie.
Prompt: 088. School.
Word count: 100.

Forward Planning

‘If you’re cheating on her again-’

Tony cut off the lecture Sid was about to give by thrusting a pen into his outstretched hand and tapping the blank paper in front of him. ‘Do some work for once you lazy fucker,’ he said.

Beside them, Maxxie watched between splayed fingers, the pencil in his hand, tapping out a rhythm against the desk, almost anxiously. When Tony glanced his way, he swallowed and quickly turned away, concentrating on their teacher instead.

By the time he looked back to his work, he found a note scribbled in the corner.

Same time tomorrow?

fanfic100 Little Damn Table.

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