"Is this a lasting treasure

or just a moment's pleasure?"


Hello friends. I'm out of school, and besides work, I have a lot of time on my hands. A little too much. Anyways, I just thought up the idea for this story a few days ago; it's pretty basic, and I wouldn't be surprised if somebody has already written a fanfic with virtually the same idea. This is an AU; Amy and Karma don't know each other, Amy is a student studying to be a physician at the University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center, and Karma is a student majoring in education at the University of Texas at Austin. Don't worry, I will go into detail about both of their backgrounds throughout the story. This is intended to be a one-shot, but who knows. Reviews, favorites, follows, etc are welcomed. Thank you for reading!


Amy staggers into her old bedroom, and with a deep sigh, drops her heavy backpack and loaded suitcase on the floor. She takes the time to circle around her room, everything is exactly where she left it last summer before departing to Dallas to pursue her dream of becoming a physician. Even after a year, Amy still found herself feeling homesick and empty every now and then. She can't say she regrets leaving though, she was doing very well at UTSMC, managing to keep her cumulative GPA at a solid 3.8, which isn't too shabby considering it was one of the leading schools for medical programs, all the while keeping her social life alive and well. Sorta. Which reminds her that she needs to call her annoyingly relentless, but kindhearted best friend Shane, to let him know that she's back in Austin for the summer. He was really the only person Amy kept in contact with after high school, making phone calls and sending messages back and forth to each other every other day; she liked his company and his advice, and in a way, he helped Amy discover who she really is. She pulls her phone out of her backpack; it's 8:42 PM on a Friday night, and knowing Shane, there's a big chance that he's probably in his apartment somewhere getting ready for a big night out.

Amy dials his number and is almost immediately met with his high-pitched, but comforting voice. "Amy! Hey!" she can easily detect the excitement in his tone, and it makes her smile.

"Hi!" she says back, trying to match the enthusiasm she heard in his voice, "What's up? What're you doing?" She knew the answer to that, but asked anyways.

"Oh you know me, I'm just getting ready for a wild night out with the girls," by 'girls' he meant his gay troupe of friends. "What's up with you? How's the exciting world of medicine?"

Amy picks up on his sarcasm, and releases a small laugh. "Better now that the semester is finally over. That's why I called you, guess where I am right now?"

Shane gasps on the other line, "You're back in Austin?" his tone becoming more excited than before.

"Mhm," Amy responds, nodding her head wildly.

"No way! Oh my god! Amy!" his voice is spilling over with animation.

"I know! We need to hang out soon, I'll be here for a while," she replies.

"Soon? More like right now! The freshman are throwing this huge end of the year party on the campus tonight, and you're coming with me!" Amy looks down to her worn out Levi's and plain white t-shirt, and slightly groans. She's been stuck in her car for the past 3 hours, driving to get here, she didn't particularly feel like being around a large crowd of drunk, loud college students.

"I don't know Shane, I'm not really feeling it right now, I'm kinda tired from all the driving, plus I look like shit."

"Oh no, you're coming with me. That wasn't an invitation. I don't trust your judgement anyways, you used to always say you look like shit, but still managed to get more numbers than me by the end of the night," Amy couldn't really argue with that, he was right, she was pretty good at taking numbers, no matter how she looked, and that success followed her through her first year of college.

She pauses for a second before responding, "I don't know," is all she can muster to say.

"Come on! There are tons of cute chicks on campus. Gay or not, they'll be wetting their lady parts for you when they find out you're this hot, genius, soon-to-be-physician." Now Amy was seriously considering it. Nobody could stroke her confidence like Shane.

There's a semi-long pause in between the lines. Shane isn't giving up though, "Please Amy? It'll be super fun, and if it's not, we can leave. Come on, plus I want to see you! It's been too long, why wait, right?" He's hopeful his words will swing Amy towards a "yes."

She sighs in defeat, "Fine, okay. I need some time to get ready though," she takes a quick glance at the mirror, and her reflection shows her the tired bags under her eyes, and messy hair, "Like an hour or two," she mutters, looking away.

Shane squeals on the other end, "The party doesn't start till 11 anyways, so I'll pick you up at your place at let's say, 11:30?"

Amy nods, "Yeah, sounds good."

Another squeal, quieter this time. "I can't wait! I'll see you then," and then the ring of a dead line.

Amy throws her phone on the bed, and begins to rummage through her suitcase. She knows she has to have one decent outfit somewhere in there. And she does, she sets her outfit on the bed. One less thing to worry about. She moves on the next, her hair and face; there was really no way of fixing it than taking a shower, besides there was no rush, she had well over 2 hours to get ready. She closes the door to her room and locks it before going into her restroom and undressing. She takes a second to look at herself from her full length mirror. There were some things Amy didn't like about herself, but her body wasn't one of them. She's surprised she hadn't gained any weight while in school, she did quite a lot of stress eating during the week of finals. She sighs and smiles slightly at her reflection before stepping into the already running warm water.

Once she's out, Amy proceeds to dry her hair before applying her favorite hair products. Luckily for her, it looks like her hair is going to be cooperative tonight. One less thing to worry about. She makes her way back to her room, drops her towel, and snugs into matching bra and underwear; just in case she makes it to 3rd base. Amy glances at the digital clock on her dresser; it's almost 11, which means she needs to pick up her pace. She puts on the dark, maroon jeans she had picked out earlier, then a light black tank top, and lastly, black socks. Amy applies her foundation, light mascara, along with some concealer. She shrugs on a combat jacket, and loosely ties up her boots. She takes another quick look at the clock; 11:20, she just needs a few sprays of perfume and she's ready to go.

Shane and his clique are punctual, arriving exactly when the clock struck 11:30. Amy says goodbye to her mom and stepdad before entering the back seat of Shane's friend's car; he's in the backseat with her.

"Oh my god! You look like such a hot baby dyke, I love it!" he says, taking Amy in for a tight, long awaited hug.

Amy returns the hug, "Thanks, you're looking snazzy too," she says before pulling back from his embrace.

"Thank you, thank you." She suddenly feels glad to have accepted his invitation, well command, anyway. "Oh, Amy, these are my girls, Pablo and Sergei, Sergei and Pablo, this is my baby dyke Amy." They turn and greet her, and she greets them, before speeding off to the UT campus.


Karma took one last, long, good look at herself in the mirror. She suddenly wishes she had somebody there with her to provide input on her attire and makeup. Was a black dress too much for a campus party? The dress wasn't particularly fancy, it was short, just above her knees, it fit her perfectly in all the right places. That's all the convincing she needed to calm herself down. But what about the makeup? Was it too heavy, or just right? It wasn't too much to the point where you couldn't tell it was Karma, but you could tell she was in fact, wearing makeup. She breathes out a hefty sigh, at least her hair was nice and neat, the heels she had on gave her a tiny bit of height, so that was another plus.

There's a knock on her dorm door, she breathes in slightly, "Come in," she says loudly, and breathes out. Karma turns her attention to the interrupted knock as Ivy, one of the many friends Karma has on campus, peaks through the door.

"Whoa Karma, whose heart are you planning on breaking tonight?" Karma knows the question is a rhetorical one, but if it hadn't been, she would've answered Liam Booker. She and Liam dated for most of her freshman year, Liam was a sophomore in college, which made him that much more desirable to her. On top of that, he was on the swim team, which means he had a toned, I-cant-stop-staring body, a body Karma got to get up close and personal with more than once, but that didn't stop him from dumping her last weekend for another girl, whose name always slips Karma's mind.

"Do I look okay?" she responds, flattening out parts of her dress with the palms of her hand. She was relieved at Ivy's initial reaction, she just wanted some more reassurance.

"You look very okay," she gives Karma a knowing smile, and Karma reciprocates. She was glad she had Ivy to turn to, they hadn't known each other long, but she was a good listener, and they shared the same major, so they obviously had a lot in common. "Are you ready? People are starting to pile in."

Karma wasn't much of a party person, she kind of was when she first got to the campus, but then Liam happened and she only wanted to dance and drink with him. But now he's gone, and the only way to get over him is by dancing and drinking with another dreamy, drool-worthy, guy, and maybe fucking some of the pain away. "I'm super ready," she says, with full honestly, and eagerness. She takes Ivy's hand in hers and they move downstairs to the campus where the party is being held.


Amy, Shane, and his friends arrive along with a wave of obnoxiously charged people. In no time, the music is blaring and the beer bottles are clinking and being chugged down. Amy can't remember the last time she went to a campus party, maybe because she has never been to one. If her and her friends wanted to party, they'd have to go off campus and find a club to go to, which she didn't mind, it gave her a chance to meet more people. She takes the opportunity to scan the perimeter, the party was being held in a courtyard, a big, spacey courtyard with ice coolers dispersed all over. There wasn't as many people as she thought there would be, but then again it was still early. There were plenty of benches and spots of trimmed grass to sit at.

Shane leans into the side of Amy's face, "Come on, let's go walk around the yard and scope the scene. Pablo and Sergei are on drinks," he doesn't even wait for Amy to respond, he just takes her hand in his and leads the way.

They walk around, Shane stopping every now and then to say hi to a few people, introducing Amy to a handful of cute girls, but none that really caught her attention. That didn't stop her from taking their numbers though. After all, Amy wasn't looking for somebody to wife, she just wanted to have fun. She never saw herself as the dating type, she's always been a nomad when it came to relationships; moving from one girl to another, never fully committing herself to anybody. She had bigger and better things to worry about, like school, and not a girlfriend. They breeze through the now bigger crowd of people, back to Pablo and Sergei.

"For you," Pablo hands Shane a drink, and he takes it with a cunning smile and a little shake. "And, for you," he then hands Amy her plastic red cup.

"This isn't laced with anything, is it?" She says, cautiously pointing at her drink. She felt stupid for asking the question, but hey, you never know.

Shane scoffs, "No. Besides, even if it was, you have 3 strong men to protect you from any possible predators."

Amy can't help the rumble of laughter in her throat, "I think I'm better off defending myself then," she replies, jokingly.

Shane raises his hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt by Amy's comment, Amy shrugs it off, still grinning at him. She moves her eyes away from Shane, they return to the party scene, it was a little hard to see everything, there wasn't that much light. There was enough light for Amy to tell Shane apart from Pablo, and Pablo apart from Sergei, but past a certain amount of feet, you couldn't see anything but foggy figures moving about. Her eyes move from left to right, slowly, and then fixate on one person in particular, a girl actually. A girl in a very tight dress that allowed Amy's eyes to dance across her exposed skin, but still left her wondering what it looks like underneath. She was wearing heels, not tall, high ones, but they weren't short either, they gave her just enough height so that her backside is accentuated. She can't really see much of her face, but her body is enough to make Amy curious about what her sex face looks like.

She grabs Shane's hand, not straying her eyes away from the dark haired girl with the nice bottom, "Hey, do you know who that is?" she points a wobbly finger at the brunette.

"I've never seen her before," meaning Amy has to find out for herself, which sparks her curiosity even more. "But, telling by the way she's dressed, I don't think she's here to find somebody to play cards with." Amy would play cards with her; a good game of strip poker, the thought alone makes her heart race, and she hasn't even seen the girl's face. Shane reads the half open mouth gaze on Amy's face, "Go over and talk to her. Seduce her with your big medical terms," he teases.

"I will," Amy doesn't pick up on his teasing, or move her eyes away from the mystery girl; she just makes her way toward her, in a cool, confident walk.


Karma looks down at her drink, finding it seemingly more interesting than the tedious guy in front of her who can't seem to take a hint, or shut up. He's been standing there for well over 10 minutes, getting practically no spark of interesting on Karma's part, but Karma being the nice person she is, hasn't told him to piss off, though she really wanted to. Mainly because he was probably keeping all the other potential hotties away from her.

In the middle of Mr. Boring's sentence, she feels a light tap on her shoulder. She turns around, and is met at equal height with a really, very pretty blonde. "Hey do you wanna do me a favor?" her voice is loud enough to go past the music and into Karma's ears; it's soft, she notices. Karma takes a second to take in the image of the girl before her, she tall, slender, her cheekbones, chin, and jawline were striking, and even with the darkness, Karma could see the color in her eyes. Pretty wasn't really the word for this girl, she was desirable, sexy even. She realizes she hasn't answered the blonde girl's question, and nods quickly. She was the perfect distraction from the dull boy behind her.

"I just need somebody to help me back to my dorm, I don't want to get lost." Karma nods quicker than before. At first because she desperately wants to get away from the guy, but also because she desperately wants to get a better look at the blonde girl before her. "After you," she motions to Karma.

She leads the way, weaving through the drunks on the ground, and the flying arms of the people dancing. They break away, Karma turns around, the girl is following her, tentatively. Karma is impressed, she wasn't a step behind.

They're in the residence building now. Karma's walking slows down, and the blonde's walking does the same. She turns to her, and with the much better lighting, she can see her face more clearly, and it looks better. Her eyes are a beautiful shade of green, she could tell her hair was blonde, but in the light, it's a nice, full tint of dirty blonde. Her lips are full, and probably soft. Karma feels a tug of confusion; she can't understand why she's so smitten by her, solely based on her looks. She's never thought this way about a girl. She shakes it off, "So what's your dorm number?" she asks, trying to sound casual, and not at all infatuated.

"I don't have one," she replies simply. Karma's walking stops completely, the blonde's does too. Before Karma can say anything, the other girl beats her to it, "I just thought I'd do you a favor." Karma is still wildly confused, she continues, "You just look really good in that dress, honestly. You gave me some eye candy, I thought I'd return the favor by saving you from the boredom that guy was making you go through."

Karma blushes lightly at her compliment, but tries to mask it by laughing at her reason for lying. "So was this like, some cheesy attempt to get me alone?" Karma knew the blonde girl was hitting on her, but she plays coy.

"Cheesy?" the girl says with a smile, revealing a full, almost mesmerizing grin that highlights her cheekbones. Karma smiles back, slightly in awe, and nods. "It worked though, didn't it?" she responds, confidently, she was completely right.

"I guess," Karma tries to shrug off the butterflies she's feeling, and the fact that her heart was thumping the most it's thumped in a while. Their gazes are focused on each other, and there's a still silence shared. Karma breaks the tension, "So you don't go to this school, I'm guessing?"

"I don't," she admits.

"Where do you go then?" Karma is suddenly filled with interest for this girl.

"University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center," she replies nonchalantly, as if it were no big deal. Karma's eyes widen slightly at her answer, that is one of the most competitive medical schools in the nation, and the most prestigious in Texas. This girl was probably intimidatingly smart. Intelligent and ridiculously good looking, a hurtful blow to Karma's confidence.

"What're you doing here then?" she asks, not sounding rude.

"My friend Shane and his friends come to this school, he invited me and I said yes. So here I am." She was very charismatic, Karma noticed, she wasn't shy, or had an ounce of insecurity in her. The way she talked, how blunt she was about approaching Karma, her face, her voice, her outfit, her height, her everything. It made Karma want her.

"Do you have these kind of parties at your school?" She knows the answer is probably no, but she wanted more conversation with this girl.

She shakes her head. "It's not really a party school, shockingly." Karma admires the way she is, she doesn't even know her but she can tell what she's like, the kind of person she is. She's smart, but not pretentious, she's confident, but not cocky. Karma's eyes follow her as she leans against the wall of the halls, her head resting against it, their eyes still on each other. Even her face was perfectly asymmetrical, and Karma remembers her lesson on Greek mythology; they believed a woman whose face is perfectly asymmetrical was the epitome of a goddess. This girl must be that. Perfect in every way.

"So what do you guys do for fun? Play Operation?" Karma jokes, and a laugh erupts from the other girl's full, pink lips. It's a really nice sound.

The blonde shakes her head. "Anything fun is done outside campus, but really there's not much time to waste. You're always studying for something."

"Sounds boring, and torturous," Karma says, and then wishes she hadn't; it was a dumb thing to say, she probably offended her.

The girl shakes her head, "Some fields, I guess are boring. I like my field though." Karma wants to ask why, but she's afraid of being too nosy, she's asked plenty of questions already. The blonde seems to read her mind, "I'm practicing and studying to be a physician. So hypothetically speaking, if you were near me, I'd know exactly where to kiss you to get your pulse rising, I'd know where to place my hands, how to move them, what turns your body on, what your body wants," she pauses, Karma can see her eyes darkened with lust, and she's sure her own eyes show the same, "I know the human body pretty well." Karma didn't realize she's been holding her breath the whole time she was talking, and finally releases it, it's shaky, like her legs. She pictured everything she was saying, her words alone created heat in between Karma's thighs. Karma is a little taken back by the sudden change in tone of their conversation, but she was good with her words, and Karma is almost dumbfounded by how somebody can eloquently talk dirty to her.

There's a heated silence between them, their eyes saying things that don't even need to be said. Karma had been waiting all night for somebody deliciously aggressive to approach her, and here was this girl; talking to Karma in a way she's never really been talked to. She was audacious, and so sure of herself. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Karma wanted her to keep going, she wanted to end the night with her.


The boldness inside Amy increases past the roof of the residence building, and she rushes to the brunette, pressing their lips together, and cupping her soft face with her hands. She feels her gasp into the sudden kiss. The kiss intoxicates Amy, she could taste the alcohol, the need, the want, the desire, all in her kiss. Amy smoothly grazes her impatient tongue along the other girl's bottom lip; she feels her open her lips slightly, allowing access into her warm, delicate mouth. Their breaths are exchanged in between shifts of their kiss and tongues; the kiss is weighted, the brunette's skin feels heated under Amy's touch.

Amy feels a set of hands clutching the back of neck, deepening the already feverish kiss. Their mouths are moving leisurely together, not falling out of rhythm. There's a fire churning inside of Amy; she achingly needs to feel more of this girl, she needs to taste more of her, her mouth alone tastes heavenly, Amy can only imagine what the rest of her is like.


Karma pulls back from the kiss, the intensity decreases slightly, their foreheads are still pressed together and their noses are touching. Their eyes meet once again, she notices the pupils in the blonde's green eyes are magnified. "What's your name?" Karma asks, in staggered voice, their breaths haven't stopped being exchanged.

"Amy." Easy to moan, Karma thinks. She places another deep but quick kiss on Karma's lips, "What's yours?" The kissing continues.

Karma pulls her lips back slightly, "Karma," she says softly against Amy's lips, and their mouths meet again, and Karma can feel Amy's lips curling into a smile while they kiss. She must like Karma's name.

She breaks the kiss again; she wanted Amy to take her, and that wasn't going to happen in the middle of the hallway floor. "Come on," she murmurs against Amy's warm, fleshy mouth, and takes her hands with her own, "Let's go to my room." Amy let's a cheeky grin move across her face, which signals Karma to lead the way into her dorm.


They stumble together into Karma's room. Amy wastes no time in shaking off her jacket while Karma's hands fumble at the button of her jeans. She successfully unfastens it and pulls her zipper down, their kiss never broken. Amy moves her hands across Karma's back, stopping at zipper of her dress, she pulls it all the way down to her lower back. Karma shrugs the shoulders off, and lets the dress drop to the ground before stepping out of it. Amy lets her hands dance around Karma's exposed skin; she nuzzles her hands over Karma's breasts, and grunts with dissatisfaction that there's still fabric separating her hands from Karma's bare chest. With one swift motion, she unclasps her bra and Karma shrugs it off the same way she did her dress. Amy tries again, and runs her palms gently over Karma's breasts, the full contact causing Karma to moan into their never ending kiss. Amy traces her hands over Karma's stomach, slowly marching forward, Karma begins to walk backward, letting Amy take the lead. Amy feels her take a sharp gasp when her stripped back is met with the cold touch of the wall; she smiles into the kiss, she has Karma where she wants her. The kiss is finally broken when Amy strips her shirt off quickly, followed by her bra, and tosses both of them to the side. She burns her lips back to Karma's, and settles herself in between Karma's legs, with her left hand gripping Karma's left upper thigh, and her right hand yanking at Karma's underwear; she feels Karma's hip jerk forward at the feel of Amy's hand so close to her inner thigh. Amy manages to get Karma's underwear down to her knees, and spreads Karma's legs apart before sliding her middle finger into her. A moan escapes Karma's lips and moves into Amy's mouth; she devours it. She thrusts her finger in, and pulls it out, repeating the process a few times before adding her ring finger. Another moan leaves Karma's lips, it's a sound Amy wants to hear echo the entire night. Amy feels Karma tighten around her fingers with every dig into her, she continues her motions and breaks apart from Karma's lips. Karma releases a shaky moan as Amy moves her kisses from Karma's lips to her jawline and reaching the pulse point of her neck. She begins to move her thumb in a circular motion on Karma's pulsating core, she maintains the pace of her fingers, and lightly bites into Karma's neck. The girl underneath her gasps in pleasure, and takes a hold of Amy's hair with one hand and digs her nails into her back with the other.

"Fuck," Karma mutters breathlessly, she's clenching harder than before. Her voice is raspy, and low, the sound of it causes Amy's pulse to intensify more than it already has. Her heart was already beating rapidly but the way Karma was reacting to every touch, and every kiss, made Amy's head spin, and she's sure she might have health problems by the end of the night. She's been through this plenty of times before but the way Karma's voice sounded when curse words and Amy's name occasionally spilled out of her mouth, the way Karma's face contorted each time Amy's fingers were pushed deep into her core, and the way her body would jerk forward when the pleasure was steadily increasing, it all made Amy want to repeat the night over and over. Karma's sex face was mesmerizing.

Amy sucked softly on the spot that she had bitten into on Karma's neck, assuring that she left a mark. She could tell by the way Karma circulated and bucked her hips into her fingers, that she was close to her climax. Amy returned to rubbing the crux in between Karma's legs, and that's all it took, was a simple stroke to make Karma come undone. Her back arched, her moan; loud and husky, and Amy tightens her grip on her left thigh to keep her from squirming away as she continued to pump her fingers into her. Karma dug her nails further into the porcelain skin on Amy's back, dragging them from her shoulder blade to the lower side of her back, her other hand was still fisted in Amy's blonde locks.

Amy her releases her clutch on Karma's thigh, and takes her fingers away from Karma's warm, wet center. She lets her forehead rest against the wall as Karma's face buries into the crook of her neck; she's already replaying Karma's orgasm in her head.


Thank you guys for reading. Please let me know what you think! I would greatly appreciate it :) Thanks again x

PS: I obviously made Sergei up; he's not a real character in the series. Thank you.