Summary: Post season 2a finale. My take on what should happen but won't.

This Modern Love

o1: Sex? Amy? Yes, please!

"Oh?" Karma repeated, squinting her eyebrows in confusion. What the hell kind of response is that?

"What do you mean by you love, love me?" Amy slowly backed away from Karma, as if she had just told her she had Ebola. "You can't just tell someone you love, love them."

Why does she sound so angry? Karma bit her bottom lip, in the sexiest way possible. "You can when you mean it." She steps closer to her best friend. "And I mean it." Karma reaches over and pushes a strand of Amy's blonde hair behind her ear. Just the way Amy had done to Karma a few moments ago. "I mean it." Kiss her you dipshit.

Amy stares at Karma blankly for a few moments.

"Are you still in love with me?" Karma questions.

"Yes." The blonde doesn't even need to think about the question. She's been in love with Karma since she met her at three years old.

Kiss her! Karma steps another inch closer. She leans in and connects their lips, softly moving them together. Adding force with each passing second. I can't believe this is happening, what if I don't live up to her expectations? Am I supposed to put my hand here? The redhead gently places her hand on Amy's bare back, gliding her fingers down the arch. She looks into her best friends beautiful blue eyes as their lips come apart. She is fucking stunning. Absolutely breath-taking. "Amy, I really do love you. This isn't a game."

"I know." Amy whispers in her ear, moving her lips to Karma's neck.

What is she... Oh my god. Karma feels her face heating up as Amy suckles on her flesh. She feels Amy's hands going underneath her shirt, touching her stomach. Don't stop. Don't stop. Amy backs off. "Don't stop, Aims." She barely mutters out.

"Are you sure?"

Karma is only able to nod. Don't fucking stop...

Amy lifts Karma's shirt up over her head and tosses it across the room. They're on the floor now; Karma's back against the carpet and Amy on top, throttling the redheads thighs. She's kissing her belly button, slowly working her way up. "Is this okay?" The blonde questions once more as she reaches Karma's bra.

"Uh huh." Karma forces the words out of her mouth. Not because she didn't want to say them, but because she's so distracted by Amy being on top of her. Distracted by the kisses and the touching and the... Oh, Oh my god. Her tongue is on my nipples. Oh my god. Suddenly a tingling sensation runs throughout her entire body. "Please don't stop."

Amy unclips red's bra completely and tosses it near her shirt. She places her tongue back into position and slides upward, back to Karma's neck. She hears her give a little moan. "Karma..." Amy stops what she is doing and backs away.

"What's wrong?"

"I want this. I do. But I can't do this with you, not like this." The blonde stands up, turning around for a moment to gain control of her thoughts. "I can't be with you like this."

"I don't get it." Karma pulls her sheet off her bed and tosses it around her body, covering her nude breasts. "Am I doing it wrong?" I thought she was into it.

Amy gives a little chuckle, "No, no. You are... You are amazing." She clears her throat. "I want you. I want you in every way. I just can't have you. Not yet. I need to tell Reagan about this. She deserves the truth."

Oh, Reagan. "Do you love her?"

"No, yes, I don't know." She leans in and kisses Karma. "I love her but not like I love you." Amy throws her arms over Karma and holds her tight. "Just let me tell her first?"

"Okay." Now I just have to deal with all this pent up sexual frustration. She couldn't have grown a conscious after? "When are you going to talk to her?"

"Not tonight. It's her birthday, I wouldn't... I couldn't do that."

Oh. "I understand."