AN: This is my first time writing FF ever. It's also my first attempt at writing anything even vaguely sexual, so bear with me here. I didn't proofread it or anything because I was way to embarrassed. This takes place after the wedding. I also hit the "Accidental Stimulation" prompt in here, but I'm not sure if it's in the way that people want. As of now, it's just a one-shot, but I suppose I could continue if people like it enough?

For the first time in a long time, Amy felt like everything was back to normal. Yeah, it hurt that Karma didn't feel the same way about her. But honestly, she didn't expect anything different. At least Karma never really brought it up or made her feel ashamed of her feelings. Her confession during the wedding had just largely gone ignored, and for that Amy was thankful. The bigger problem was what happened after the wedding.

She had fucked Liam Booker. Or he had fucked her. Amy didn't really care for the semantics of it. It was quick and awkward and painful and quite honestly the worst thing that she had ever done. When she got sick the next morning, she was pretty sure it was more from the shame than it was the copious amount of alcohol that she had downed.

At first, she tried to pretend like it never happened. She and Liam resolved to never tell Karma. She spent three whole hours in the shower trying to scrub away the feel of him from her skin. By the time she was done, she was red and raw and the water had run ice cold. She tried to just spend the remainder of the day sleeping, but every time she closed her eyes he was there on top of her. The weight of his body was too heavy and his broad chest was far too hard.

Worse yet, when she finally manage to fall asleep, she dreamt of the situation all over again, but with Karma walking in on it to just top it all off. In her dream, Karma looked at her with venom she never believed was possible. And then she was shouting insults that she never thought Karma would use on her like "Slut" and "Bitch." Right before rushing out with a half-dressed Liam in tow, she had even declared her hatred for Amy. And in that moment, Amy had no doubt that she meant it.

Funnily enough, it was this nightmare that convinced Amy that she absolutely had to tell Karma. She had already spent too long with the guilt of living a lie holding her down. She knew that lying about this would absolutely kill her. And so, that very night she called Karma over to her house. Bruce and her mom will still on their honeymoon and Lauren was out doing whatever she did, so they had the house to themselves.

Everything that Amy had been holding in poured out in a rush. She could not keep any of the words in. She meant to just tell her about the One Night Stand from Hell, but it turned in to a rant about everything that had been happening to her for the last few weeks and everything that she had felt. Karma sat there and nodded and rubbed her hand sympathetically. She even threw in a few apologies, which made Amy feel so much worse. When she finally did get to the part about losing her virginity to Liam Booker, Amy was not surprised to feel Karma withdrawal her hand. She was also not surprised about how much she missed the warmth. How much weaker she felt with Karma's support. And in that moment, it felt like the end of everything. Their friendship, any chance at a relationship they could've ever had. Hell, it felt like the end of the world.

Karma stood and walked over to Amy's window. Neither of them could even look at each other. Amy had no more words. The only noise in the room came from Amy's semi-silently sobbing. It felt like Karma spent hours glancing out of the damn window with absolutely no response. Amy needed her to do something. To yell, to scream, to run out, or even to fucking hit her. She needed to respond because the silence and the shame were killing her slowly. Amy thought she was prepared for anyway that Karma might've responded. However, when Karma finally turned around, she realized how wrong she was.

Karma had never looked more pained in her life. It took everything Amy had for her to not rush over and immediately try to comfort her. Karma opened and shut her mouth a few times, waiting to find the right words.

"Aimes," she started "I want to forgive you. You have no idea how badly I want to just move on from all of this. From everything that has happened. And I realize that you made a mistake and that you feel awful about it. I've done some really, really shitty things too in the past few weeks. But this betrayal is way too much for me to move on from right now. Way, way too much."

She moved toward Amy and then grabbed her hand, softly running her thumb across Amy's knuckles.

"I will forgive you. And we will be so happy together again. I promise Amy. I will even pinky swear on it. I just need time. Can you give me that?"

Amy simply nodded. There was nothing for her to say. Nothing for her to do. Honestly, this had gone so much better than she ever expected. That didn't stop her heart from aching as she watched Karma walk out with her head hung low. Nor did it help to ease the pain of being outright avoided by Karma in the halls of Hester High for the next few weeks. But at least it gave her hope. There was a light at the end of this long, shitty tunnel.

And now, as she lay tangled in her bed with Karma on this warm Sunday morning, she realized she was basking in it. Last night, Karma had showed up to the Raudenfeld-Cooper with a huge thing of cookie dough and Clueless. She told Amy that they were long overdue for a bestfriends night and what better way was there for her to rectify that than with junk food and a 90's classic? Somehow, suddenly Karma had forgiven her. Now, she was content to just let things fall back into place.

They cuddled up together like they always had. After the movie ended and they flipped over to HGTV, they even started arguing over what house was superior during an episode of House Hunters. Amy felt amazing. She didn't think she had ever felt happy. She may not have had Karma's love, but at least she had Karma in some capacity. Amy could find a way to feel like that was enough. As they started to drift off to sleep in each other's arms, Amy definitely felt like it was enough. Their friendship could satisfy her, right?

Her reminiscing was cut off when she felt Karma shift in her sleep. Normally, this would be fine. Right now, it was the opposite. Karma's movement made Amy realize that her thigh had ended up pressed right between Karma's legs. Her sleep shorts had ridden up, so her bare skin was pressed directly again the thin fabric of Karma's worn out flannel pants. And Amy could feel Karma's warmth straight through it. She froze, trying to think of a way to extract herself from the situation.

But Karma shifted again. And again. And again. Amy suddenly felt way too fucking hot. Karma was basically grinding against her bare thigh and it was wonderful and Amy couldn't have even moved if she wanted to. Karma's core seemed to be burning Amy's skin. The friction was delicious. Not only could she feel how hot Karma was, but she thought she even felt a trace of slickness. Karma's gyrating became more frenzied in tone and then suddenly she moaned. She fucking moaned. It was the sweetest sound Amy had ever heard. It sent shocks right down to her center and made her stomach clench in the most amazing way. Nothing had ever existed in the world that was as perfect as the noise that Karma just made.

Amy couldn't even bring herself to give a fuck about who Karma was dreaming about because right now, the unintended effects felt way too damn good. Even if it was Liam who was giving Karma this pleasure, Amy could still enjoy the way Karma was riding her. It wasn't dirty or perverted to let your sleeping friend molest you, right? Suddenly, Amy began to feel guilty. Once again, she found herself trying to figure out a way out of this situation. This was wrong. This was so fucking wrong. Karma would never forgive her for taking advantage like this. She was going to stop this now and never bring it up. Karma didn't need to know, because she would just be mortified.

Amy brought her hands up to Karma's shoulders so she could start gently pushing Karma off. Karma, on the other hand, only began to thrust harder and moan louder. But Amy had morals and she had self-control, damn it. She wasn't going to let this get out of hand. She was going to wake her friend up and pretend like nothing happened and totally not spend many lonely evenings using the memory of this situation as reached her hands under the waistband of her loose sweats. She was better than that. She was a good friend. She was…

"Amy" Karma breathed. "Amy please"

Suddenly her whole world came crashing down. She had quite easily figured out that Karma was having a sex dream. Amy had enough of those in the past few weeks to recognize the signs. But she had never even for a second considered that Karma could've been dreaming about her. That was impossible. Karma didn't want Amy to touch her or feel her or kiss her or lick her, did she?

"Fuck Amy. Yes! Right there" Karma moaned as the thrust downwards against Amy's thigh, leaving a little pool of wetness.

Karma wanted her. Or at least, Karma's subconscious did. Fuck. Karma wanted her. Amy needed to know exactly what was happening in this dream. What spot did she just hit so well? Where were her hands? Were they tangled in Karma's long hair or squeezing her ass? And was her tongue buried in Karma's mouth or somewhere else. Somewhere much lower…

"Whoa…" Amy muttered to herself as the gravity of the situation finally hit her. The gravity of Karma's grinding and thrusting and moaning and talking.

Suddenly, Karma stopped and froze. Glancing down, Amy realized that she was now awake. And as they made eye contact, Amy felt her heart flutter a bit. Beneath the grogginess and sleepy confusion that was cloudy Karma's eyes, Amy saw something much deeper.

"Amy…"