This is a set of random one-shots/drabbles/vignettes/headcanons/prompts/ideas that I had, but couldn't write very well or fashion into a more coherent story. I will be updating this every week or so. The goal is to keep writing one-shots until Lucas and Maya get together.

And here's a truth: I've only seen Girl Meets Gravity of S2. I'm planning on watching one episode every week so that the wait for new episodes won't be too long (at least for now)... Hahah so if there's outdated info in any of the more canon compliant pieces, sorry!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own GMW.

Title: All In
Pairings&Characters: Lucaya, Riley, Farkle
Genre: Romance, Humor, AU
Rating: Mid-High T for Thrills
Summary: The stakes are too high for Maya. But that doesn't stop her from playing the game.

Maya licked her lips nervously and swallowed thickly, staring at Lucas as she slowly exhaled. His fervid gaze was slowly burning her and the dangerous smirk on his lips only served to remind her that she had most definitely screwed herself over with this mess.

Some idea this had been.

In retrospect, she probably should have known better than to agree to a game of frickin' strip poker when she barely had on any clothes in the first place, but she had been drunk and Lucas was drunk and they were both bored so at the time, she'd been all for it.

At least until now. Now when she realized she had forgone a bra and gone commando for the evening and her only article of clothing remaining was her strapless black bodycon dress. The very dress that she had just lost.

"Fuck my life…"

~Earlier that evening~

Maya poked at Riley's booted ankle, nudging her a bit roughly to see if she would wake. She couldn't see Riley's face, since she was passed out with her head under her bed, but if her soft snores were any indication, the jolting had not affected her in the least.

"She's out cold."

Lucas leaned back against Riley's bed, sighing, "And Farkle's passed out on the toilet."

"Damn." Maya took a swig of the bottle at her side, reveling in the warmth pooling in her stomach from the Fireball. "There goes the rest of our party."

They had gone out to eat downtown with some other people to celebrate a mutual friend's successful completion of their MCAT exam. It had been a pleasant, tame night discussing future plans and just chatting about their lives and catching up. Naturally, college had been getting in the way of the four friends, who hadn't had a chance to hang out as a group for quite a while. So after being dropped off back on campus, the four had all congregated in Riley's room to catch up some more and continue their night. Maya had brought some liquor, Farkle had brought some snacks and games, and they'd been taking shots and chilling all night.

But now Riley and Farkle were definitely done for the evening. They were definite lightweights.

Maya groaned in annoyance, slumping flat on her back on the fluffy sapphire rug, "I'm bored Lucas. There's nothing to do…"

Lucas picked up the booze, taking a shot's worth himself before shaking the near empty bottle.

"And we're almost out of liquor." He added, "Where's the rest of your secret stash?"

"That was the rest of my secret stash…"

Maya rolled over with a loud, obnoxious sigh. She didn't even care that she could feel her dress riding up her thighs. Though... she did mentally note the way Lucas' gaze clung to her exposed skin with interest, his cheeks a light shade of red (due to being caught or from the alcohol, she honestly couldn't tell).

"Well…" he said, his eyes still on her upper thighs, "There is something else we can do."

She glared at him, "I'm drunk, but not that drunk Lucas. I am so not hooking up with you."

"Something more fun than that." he said, picking up Farkle's deck of cards with a seemingly innocuous smile on his lips.

"Do tell." She said, yanking herself up from the floor. "Anything beats sitting here doing nothing and wallowing in our own self-pity."

"Strip poker." He said simply with a shrug, "What do we have to lose?"

Maya scoffed, staring at him incredulously and wondering if Lucas had hit his head on Riley's bed frame while she hadn't been paying attention.

Maya was certainly drunk. She knew that much from the fact that her vision swam occasionally and from the fact that walking to the room in her pumps had shot her already terrible balance to the point where she had to hold on to walls to get down the hallway. But she also knew that she wasn't drunk enough to engage in a ridiculous game where her dignity would be on the line. Strip poker with Lucas? No way in hell.

"How drunk are you, Ranger Rick?" she rolled her eyes, "Strip poker? Really?"

"Should have known you'd be too scared. You're all bark and no bite Maya." He taunted, finishing off the last of the cinnamon-flavored whiskey.

Maya growled under her breath. She didn't know if it was amplified anger from being called out on being scared—quite wrongly, might she add. She was not scared—or from the fact that Lucas had just drunk the last of their only liquor, but suddenly, she wanted him to eat his words. He was so going down.

"Deal the cards, Heehaw." She said with narrowed eyes, "We're playing."

"You sure?" he asked as he shuffled the deck, "I've got on a lot more clothes than you."

"Doesn't make a difference." She said arrogantly, "I'll still kick your ass."

His nasty answering smirk as he dealt out five cards to each of them made Maya's hair stand on end, and she momentarily felt trepidation. He was trying to psych her out. This was a game of total chance. While the stakes were very clearly in his favor, Maya was a pretty lucky girl. Especially when Riley was around (not that Riley was awake or anything).

Her hand wasn't good. But it wasn't particularly bad. Three eights and some other garbage. She glanced up over her hand at Lucas' face. His expression was inscrutable, and he was watching her, a little spark of something dancing in his eyes.

"Jewelry doesn't count." Lucas stated.

"Neither do belts." She countered.

"Fair enough." He responded, laying down his cards for her to see. She released her anticipatory breath when she saw his cards. Two sevens and a whole lotta nothing. This would be a piece of cake.

Maya sneered and put her cards triumphantly down as well, "First round goes to me."

Lucas said nothing and slipped off his boots, that infuriating little smile still on his face.

He dealt the next hand, and they played once again. And once again, Lucas had one pair, and Maya had a three of a kind of fours. Lucas stood up, keeping his eyes on Maya's, and made a big show of slowly unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants, and sliding them down his legs before tossing them carelessly in a corner. Maya bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling widely at his impromptu strip tease. He looked ridiculous.

"Pink hearts?" she snorted, trying to contain her laughter as he sat back down.

"Laundry hasn't been washed yet." He said with a secretive smile and no visible embarrassed reaction to her words whatsoever.

Maya wasn't sure how she felt about this Lucas, unaffected in the least by her jab at his underwear. Under normal circumstances, a cute light blush might have made its way on his face. She suspected it had a lot to do with the alcohol, and she wouldn't lie, it was simultaneously turning her on and freaking her out. Not to mention, he had lost two rounds already, yet for some reason, he was acting as if he had already won the game.

"Whatever. Just deal."

He obliged, serving them both five cards.

Maya won the round, beating his high card with a beautiful two pair of twos and kings.

"Your shitty shuffling is going to cost you this game Lucas." She laughed as he dramatically peeled off his button down. To her dismay, he had on a white t-shirt underneath the shirt. And she could vaguely map out the outline of a wife beater underneath that.

"Next round?" he asked, not a speck of nervousness in his gaze.

Maya nodded, and Lucas dealt their cards. She watched him as he picked his up, trying to decode his poker face, but he gave nothing away.

"Maya?"

She narrowed her eyes but picked up her cards.

Shit.

Nothing but random cards, the high card being a useless nine. She hoped he had a crappy hand because this was not the hand to win. He'd had bad hands himself all night. Maybe she could get lucky and win off of a useless hand.

No such luck.

Maya lost to him off of a flush and rolling her eyes, she pried off her pumps, throwing them off to the side. So he won one round. Whatever. It was no big deal. She'd bounce back.

"You better hope you don't lose any other rounds Maya." Lucas said lowly, staring holes at her dress.

She narrowed her eyes, "Why?"

And then she froze when she realized this was her last article of clothing. The only thing left to wager in this twisted game of push and pull. If she lost again, the game would be over.

She gasped a bit in shock at her realization and her eyes flew to Lucas' in alarm. He winked at her in answer and dealt another round of cards, unperturbed by Maya's sudden anxiety.

A flush. A straight, jack high.

She had narrowly won that round. Maya breathed out heavily through her nose while Lucas pulled his t-shirt over his head. In disdain, she realized he still had three more pieces of clothes to go. And he knew it too, if the smugness rolling off of him in waves was any indication.

The next hand was much the same.

She beat him with a two pair over his one.

He removed his socks.

Despite the fact that he was very quickly about to join the same boat, Lucas' unconcerned expression never wavered. It was unnerving to Maya. Why the hell was he so calm about this when he was about to lose his clothes too? As far as she could tell, they were in the same boat. (Except that they weren't and her removing her dress and showing off her goods was on a whole other level than him taking off his shirt.)

Lucas dealt another hand, and Maya slowly picked up her cards.

Nothing.

She had absolutely nothing.

She couldn't win with this set unless Lucas also had shitty cards.

"Your hand?"

She dropped it to the ground, feigning confidence though she was sweating. Her heart was racing and she could hear the heartbeat in her ears. This game had become sudden death before she even realized it.

No.

With trepidation, she realized it had always been sudden death from the start for her.

Lucas looked at her cards and then brought his gaze back up to hers and that's when Maya knew she was screwed. He didn't have any particular expression on his face, but there was just something in the way his sea foam eyes were dancing in the light that told Maya this game was over.

Maya hadn't even noticed what Lucas had planned until it was too late. He had been crafty from the start. He'd bruised her ego and her pride and provoked her into joining without thinking properly of the consequences of such a game. The stakes against her had been huge, but she'd been too blinded by her vexation to pay attention to the fact that she had been set to lose before she even agreed to the game. Poker wasn't just a game of chance. The odds had to be weighed properly before making any decision, and Maya had blown it from the start. Where Lucas had been careful observation and prudent thoughts and considerations, Maya had been reckless and furious and had gotten her ass kicked.

He laid his own hand down slowly.

One.

10 of hearts.

Fucking.

Jack of hearts.

Card.

Queen of hearts.

At.

King of hearts.

A.

Ace of hearts.

Time.

Royal flush.

Her face dropped.

Maya hadn't just lost.

She had been destroyed.

"You lose." Lucas said coolly, leaning back on his elbows and watching her impassively. "Take it off."

Maya licked her lips nervously and swallowed thickly, staring at Lucas as she slowly exhaled. His fervid gaze was slowly burning her and the dangerous smirk on his lips only served to remind her that she had most definitely screwed herself over with this mess.

Some idea this had been.

In retrospect, she probably should have known better than to agree to a game of frickin' strip poker when she barely had on any clothes in the first place, but she had been drunk and Lucas was drunk and they were both bored so at the time, she'd been all for it.

At least until now. Now when she realized she had forgone a bra and gone commando for the evening and her only article of clothing remaining was her strapless black bodycon dress. The very dress that she had just lost.

"Fuck my life…"

Lucas' grin grew, and Maya suddenly felt very hot. She was completely fucking naked under the dress! If she took it off, she'd be nude as the day she was born. And the thought of being completely naked in front of Lucas frightened her in some way.

"This is stupid." She crossed her arms, "Do I really have to–"

"You can take it off yourself. Or I can take it off for you." He said bluntly, raising a brow in challenge, "Either way, it's coming off. So which will it be, Maya?"

She was a little taken aback by the abrasiveness of his response. Lucas looked completely serious. She blinked at him, unsure if she was turned on by him or wanted to punch him in the nuts.

Her face burned red, and she clamped her mouth shut, having temporarily lost the ability to respond to his words. Lucas interpreted her hesitation as refusal and slowly crept on his hands and knees towards her, a slight leer on his face. She awkwardly crab-walked backwards out of reflex, alarmed by how fast her pulse was starting to race.

Her eyes widened when she hit the wall, "Lucas, quit playing."

"What makes you think I am?" he said, sinfully low, gaze landing on the ridden-up hem of her dress before sliding back up to her own.

Her breath hitched when he grabbed her ankles, pinning them to the floor so she couldn't move them. She watched him with baited breath, unable to deny her sudden and insatiable need to be touched. How he had managed to arouse her so easily, she had no idea.

"I'll ask you once more." He said, somewhat playfully, though his eyes were smoldering and his voice had dropped. "Are you going to take it off?"

Maya was trapped in his gaze and the low ache beneath her navel slowly grew. Did she want to take off the dress herself? Or did she want Lucas to take it off? Either way, she knew how things were going to end tonight if he kept looking at her like that: loud, hot, and sweaty, right there on Riley's rug.

Then Riley groaned from under the bed, waking up from her little nap. The moment was broken, and Lucas and Maya's eyes both shot to their friend.

"Maya?" Riley whined, her voice still slurred, "Maya, I gotta go to the potty."

Lucas let go of her ankles and backed up, though his eyes were still lingering on her legs. "You should probably take care of her."

Maya nodded rapidly and moved to Riley, helping her stand back up without knocking her head on the frame and steadying her when she almost dropped to the ground once again. Maya avoided his gaze entirely, calming herself down and forcing herself to ignore her lusting for Lucas.

"Guess this game is over." Maya said breezily before wrapping her arm around Riley's waist and leaving the room to take her to the communal bathroom at the end of the hall.

"This isn't over Maya…" Lucas said ominously after they had left. "Not by a long shot."