Heyllo. I've been playing around with this idea in my head for a while now. I honestly don't know if it's worth pursuing, but I'm going to pursue it anyways because I like it. I hope you guys do too. So a little background on the story, Karma and Amy are not best friends, they're really not even friends, but they're both very well aware of each other's existence. This fanfic is based on the song "Water Me" by FKA Twigs, check it out if you'd like to get a gist of where I'm taking this story. If you don't that's fine too, it'll be pretty obvious early on in the story where this is headed and where Karma and Amy stand. I hope you enjoy, let me know if I should continue! Thanks. Xxxx.
*Sidenote - This story begins at the start of their senior year.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. The more Amy watches the clock, the slower the seconds tick. She's been impatiently tapping her index finger against the worn out wooden desk and shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She's been so out of focus, that the teacher's voice isn't even audible to her anymore; it's just a very low buzzing sound. Her best friend, Shane, is seated next to her; watching her anxiety slowly seeping through her every move. "You haven't stayed still all class period, I feel like you're about to bust out of the desk and into a choreographed dance routine," he says in a hushed voice.
Amy stops her finger from tapping and her body, for the first time since the class started, has relaxed. She turns to her friend with a blank look on her face. "This class is never ending." It's 7th period, the last class of the day, it always feels never ending for Amy. Today however, the reason for the class dragging on isn't because it's at the end of the day, but because Amy has very long awaited plans to attend to after school. Plans that include a very attractive brunette and no clothes.
Shane scoffs at her response, "Tell me something I don't know."
Amy's body quickly perks up after her friend's reply, catching his full attention. "I'm going to see Karma after school," she says, watching Shane's eyes go from disinterested to practically bugging out of his well groomed head.
"The brunette with the booty?" Amy nods, with a coy smirk. Shane knows that Amy is into Karma but she's not really into Karma. Shane also knows that they've been messing around for a few weeks now, even before school started. Nothing serious, of course. Amy Raudenfeld doesn't do serious relationships. "Damn Amy, how many times has it been now?" he asks, with a cheeky smile.
The blonde slumps back down into her seat, "I don't know," she shrugs before continuing, "I haven't been keeping track."
"You dog," he replies jokingly and Amy silently laughs it off. "So you going to her house is obviously nothing new, why have you been moving around like a caged bird all class period?" Before she gets a chance to respond, Shane cuts her off with a gasp and another question, "Are you going to ask her to be your girlfriend? Is she the one?"
Amy scoffs before laughing off his ludicrous question. "No, no, no. You should know better than anyone that I don't date."
Shane rolls his eyes at her reaction, "I know, I know. You're repulsed by feelings and romance, you're too good for dating, you're too good for high school girls, I know. It's still the first thing that came to mind." Amy chuckles softly at his words before turning over to her friend, he continues, "What is it then? Something's got you all angsty."
Amy subtly scoots her chair closer to Shane's desk, not wanting to catch her teacher's attention. "Have you ever had that sensation where it feels like you have water from your ribs down to your bladder and you just need to go to the bathroom and release it?" Shane has an almost mortified look on his face; half disturbed and half confused. Amy carries on, trying her best not to laugh at his expression, "Well I have that feeling right now, but in a different context."
A lightbulb goes off in Shane's head and Amy can see it. "You really had to use peeing as a metaphor for your sexual needs?" Amy laughs and shrugs. "I mean it was gross but also really accurate. So, when's the last time you guys, you know," his eyebrows are jumping up and down suggestively causing Amy to laugh at the gesture.
"Thursday night, I think. Maybe it was Wednesday night? No, it was Thursday night."
There's a surprised look on the boy's face, "I was expecting you to say, maybe two weeks ago, or even a week ago, but not 4 days ago. Are her lady parts made out of gold or what?"
Amy shakes her head, dismissing her friend's comment. He continues, "Then? What's got you, Amy 'I don't date or linger around a girl for too long' Raudenfeld, hooked? Hm?"
The blonde waves her hand from left to right, stopping Shane from saying anything else. "First of all, I'm not hooked, okay? I've gotten bored of every other girl in this dump, and Karma is just fresh meat." Amy could say this a million times to Shane and he will undoubtedly believe her, but she can't fool herself. There is something about Karma that strikes her. Amy however, has really no desire to pursue it because that's just not who she is and what she does and she figures it'll die out like every flame she's felt.
Before Shane can get a word in, the bell rings. Finally. Without a goodbye or even a quick glance, Amy picks up her backpack and jets out the door, down the hallway, and out the entrance of the school. Once outside, she pulls out her cellphone and automatically notices the message Karma had sent her a few minutes ago.
Karma: Hey are you still coming over today?
Amy types her message and presses the send button.
Amy: Yeah, on my way right now.
Within seconds, there's a response.
Karma: I'll be at my place waiting. I've missed you :(
Amy reads the message but doesn't respond, and instead, makes her way to Karma's house.
Karma applies the last touch of lipstick before settling herself at the end of her bed. It's been exactly 4 days since she last saw Amy, and her physical need for the blonde had reached its breaking point yesterday. So yes, Karma was more than ready, more than excited, more than determined to get this session started. She checks her messages once more, and although she knows Amy wont say she missed her back, there is still that stupid hope sitting within her that she might. Instead of a text, she gets a call. Not from Amy though, from her long time friend, Liam, who by the way, is undeniably in love with Karma but she's never seen him as anything more than a friend. They shared a drunken kiss once; it was sloppy and felt too much like nothing for Karma to want anything out of it.
Karma answers the call and greets Liam on the other line, "Hey Liam."
"Hey, are you busy?" The brunette practically cringes at the sound of his question.
She looks around for a few seconds, without a response. "Yeah, kind of. Yes," she says finally.
"Yeah?" Karma hums in agreement and Liam continues, "What's up? Maybe we can meet up and do whatever it is you're doing, together."
"No!" she said that a little quickly, and she knows her cover is blown, but she tries to recover. "I mean, it's fine. You wouldn't wanna do it anyways."
Liam chuckles on the other line. "I won't if you don't tell me, Karma."
"I'm just going to, uh," she looks around until she spots the mascara sitting on her dresser, "I'm going to the Sephora. I don't think you'd want to go."
"It's fine, I can tag along. We can grab something to eat after. That's actually why I called you, there's this new Thai place that ju-"
"Liam, no," Karma says firmly, stopping him from talking altogether. She's not about to blow off amazing sex with Amy, for a quick stop at Sephora and a plate of chicken pot noodles with Liam.
There's silence on the other line before Liam's deep, disappointed voice breaks it. "I forgot it's Tuesday." Karma remains quiet, "You're due for a conjugal visit, right?"
Karma rolls her eyes. "Yes," she says, matter-of-factly. Liam doesn't like Amy and what his best friend is doing with her. Karma knows this, and she knows he has a right not to agree with it, but that doesn't stop his sly digs and comments from irritating the hell out of her.
There's a heavy sigh on the other end, "Karma, you need to stop seeing her. You're not getting anything out of this, can't you see that? She's using you! You're her personal dildo, your-"
The brunette cuts him off for the second time since their phone call started, "Okay! Okay, I got it, thanks. Anything else before I hang up?" Karma hates that Liam is maybe, sort of, a little, right. She always dismisses his warnings though, mainly because she genuinely likes Amy, and she believes the feelings Amy has for her are also there. Even if she has a funny way of showing it.
Another sigh, "It's Tuesdays and Thursdays, right? You're amy-free every day that isn't those two?"
"Yes," Karma replies blandly, not playing into his shady comments.
"Cool, I'll come by Wednesday, tomorrow, then."
"Goodbye," she hangs up faster than she said the actual word.
Amy arrives in perfect timing, almost right after Karma hung up on Liam. Without wasting a breath, they both march up to Karma's room, with the brunette leading the way, holding on tight to the other girl's delicate hand.
Karma stands in front of her bed, with Amy standing directly across from her in front of her bedroom door. The blonde strides forward and with one swift motion, she cups Karma's face with her hands and sends their lips crashing into each other, giving Karma no time to think and only react. And react she does, letting her lips synchronize with the movements of Amy's. Their mouths are burning against each other, moving with ferocity and desire.
"We need to see each other on weekends too," Amy mumbles against Karma's already full and swollen lips.
The kissing returns, and in between them, Karma breathlessly says, "Why?" Her heart is thumping with hope.
"Two days isn't enough," the blonde says, guiding Karma to her bed.
Karma feels the bed behind her knees and lets herself fall into it, with Amy following behind. This is their favorite position, with Amy, the obviously more dominant one, on top. Taking control, tossing Karma around a little, leaving sporadic bite marks along her neck and collarbone, whispering seductive words and commands into the brunette's ears. That's how it always went, after they've stripped their clothes, of course. There is no sweet talk, no hand holding, no intertwined fingers, no long gazes into each other's eyes, and definitely no cuddling after.
Afterwards, Amy routinely moves off the bed, leaving Karma wrapped in the sheets watching her as she puts on the dispersed articles of clothing. Once everything is on, Amy turns to Karma, "Thursday and Sunday work for you?" Karma nods, and Amy leaves. And this is how it always goes, words rarely spoken, and Karma hates the feeling after, but she likes Amy. She doesn't know why, but she does, and she likes her more than she should.
Thank you for reading, I hope you guys enjoyed it. Sorry if this chapter is kinda lame, it's the first one, things will pick after this one and obviously the smut will come, just later. Thank you again, any feedback would be lovely.