Disclaimer: D.E.B.S = Angela Robinson's, bless her.
A/N: This "story" is one that will have random scenes that aren't really meant to piece together, just snapshots into their life after endgame.
Intimate Moments
Chapter One
"Amy…"
I allowed a single, slender finger to linger down the sleeping blonde's side. The gentle sweep feathered across her stomach and flared out at her thigh so my entire hand could feel the smooth skin.
"Amy," I tried again lazily.
My fingertips shifted around her side and traced each individual bump of her spine to the small of her back. If I was a different kind of lover, I would have had no qualms letting my touch lower a bit, but I dutifully keep my hand on her lower back while I pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Time to get up, beautiful." Another kiss landed on the collarbone silhouetted against her skin.
A moan finally broke free. "Five more minutes, Luce." Amy's arm came to wrap around my waist to draw me back against her side and bury her head into the hollow of my neck. I enfolded her in my arms and felt a kiss of thanks to my throat. Not a second later, I felt more than saw her tongue dash out to lick her lips and then press them back to my skin.
"I've heard you can be pretty productive with five minutes," I commented idly, referring to the conversations we shared long ago about her morning routine as a DEB. The sensations she was causing against my pulse point made it hard to keep my voice so casual, but somehow I managed.
Amy mumbled her agreement against my neck and then pulled back a little to add, "Imagine what I can do without ever having to leave the bed."
I shivered at the breath on my sensitive skin and tried to recover quickly. "What if I don't want to imagine?"
"Then you might have to use the magic words. Show normally doesn't start until ten on the weekends," Amy teased.
I raised a solitary eyebrow. "The magic words, huh? And what would they be?" Without giving her time to reply, my fingers, already on her back, struck without warning at her sides. The quick attack caused a fit of laughter to erupt almost instantaneously.
"Lucy!"
Grinning widely, I increased my efforts. "Say mercy!" At Amy's next outburst of laughter, I joined in. "C'mon, say mercy!"
"No," Amy giggled. "Not until you do." Her hands switched from defense to offense as she bore the attack and reached for my stomach in retaliation.
When my laughs were no longer voluntary, I gasped out, "This means war, Bradshaw."
"Bring it, Diamond," she all but huffed out between breaths.
When both of us were still laughing uncontrollably after a few more moments, I struggled to say, "Same time. On three."
Amy did her best to nod and counted down with me, "3…2…1…" With a pause where our eyes briefly met, she finally giggled out, "Mercy, Luce!"
At the end of the countdown, I laughed victoriously and replied, "Gotcha to say it!" before renewing my attack.
Amy stilled her hands and anchored them on the soft skin just above my hips. She knew exactly how much I loved her hands there. As I'm sure she intended, my hands stopped tickling her and matched the posture with her hips and pulled them that much closer. Doing well at suppressing her laughter at my actions, she caught my lips with hers for a passionate caress.
When we finally surfaced, I could barely mumble out, "Mercy…"
A soft shake of her head and another press of our lips together told me she had no intention of stopping – something I had absolutely no problems with. My grasp slid a bit to cover the very top of her backside. Continuing the slow trek while taking in the impossibly smooth skin, I heard a distinctive, desperate moan fall from her mouth to mine. Let the show begin.