*hmm, not sure how this flows but this is my attempt to get back into this story after a full week away*

*oh yeah, i'm sure liam and karma have a prenuptial agreement and all that but i like to think that liam blames himself for the marriage falling apart since karma literally turned herself into a lawyer just to please him*

*plus, technically, liam has cheated 3 times over in this universe and the first time he was caught it was in the office and with his secretary. there's nothing worse than that and he's had more affairs since, so…*

*amy and lauren are an excellent ship tbh. cooperfeld is hot in all forms. i love writing them and it would be SO EASY to write them that way in this fic but i am really just making this a karmy cat-mouse fic for now*

Chapter 9

No Harm No Foul

It was around 2am when Karma felt her phone buzz beneath her body. She'd been reading a trashy romance novel with much throbbing and bulging before she relieved herself and shamelessly fell to sleep. That novel and her subsequent climax were the only things that could calm Karma down after all that had gone on with Amy throughout the day. There was no harm in it. But Karma'd be lying if she said she hadn't imagined Amy the whole time her eyes were closed nearing the end when her vibrator shook in her hand from the pressure of her own throbbing sex.

Alone in her bed where she slept across the hall from her soon to be ex on most nights, Karma was well aware of her sorry state when she had wandered off to sleep.

Now waking though? She had no time to remember herself.

There was no time to check the number. Important calls came in at all times. Karma answered the phone and cleared her throat, "Hello?"

"Hi," Amy said, in the most suggestive way she possibly could.

"Fuck," Karma sighed, her hormones off the charts. "Of course. I should've known it'd be you." Amy could hear the attitude fuming off of her new toy.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked like a tease.

"Well," Karma said, feeling peeved. "I was finally sleeping but now I'm not. Thanks."

"Awww," Amy cooed. "I'm real sorry about that, really I am." She was full of shit. She was far from sorry. And this call was completely Lauren's idea. A good idea too. It was delicious.

Amy was on her bed in her own room with her door rightly locked and she was thinking of Karma Ashcroft that boss of hers and how steamy she must seem right now, in person, whereever she actually was.

"Bullshit," Karma sighed, resting back on her pillows. "What's up?" She asked.

"I dunno," Amy sighed. "I was just at home and I ran into Reagan after you left. I sorta fucked up I guess. I kissed her."

"What?" Karma wasn't prepared for that. Karma didn't want to be thinking of actually having competition when it came to Amy. Karma wanted Amy all to herself.

"Yeah," Amy sighed. She was pretending to feel worse about it than she actually did. In actuality she knew it was wrong but that she had no regrets. To Karma though Amy was pretending to be a bit wracked with guilt. "She was just. I dunno. I guess I assumed things about us."

"Us?" Karma asked.

"Her and I," Amy corrected, noticing Karma's thoughts beneath the surface. She tried not to let Karma's hidden thoughts excite her. "Anyway… Then I got home and I started wishing I had someone to talk to about all that."

"And you called me?" Karma asked, her heart jumping in her chest. She was waiting for the catch. This was all a bit dramatic and unpredictable. It wasn't Amy. It was but it wasn't. Even Karma recognized. Things with Amy had been harder to figure out because of all of the games.

"I was thinking about you," Amy said point-blank. At her own house, in her own bed, Amy lay back on her pillows and sighed again. She wanted Karma to be imagining her. "I mean… You obviously want me," Amy said.

"Wow!" Karma nearly yelled, surprised by how frank Amy was being. She calmed once she realized that Liam may have heard her. "Are you drunk?!" Karma asked. She was instantly torn between being pissed and being turned on. Granted she felt both emotions strongly.

Karma didn't like being thought of as this desperate person who was throwing herself at Amy. Maybe she was that person but maybe no one wants to think about themselves like that.

Karma ran her hand through her hair and tried to think of what to do. This wasn't something she expected. Not in the least. Amy was playing with her. Openly.

What in the world have I created?! Karma thought.

"Is it even a lie?" Amy asked, baiting her.

"Amy," Karma sighed. "I know what you're doing," she smiled to herself.

"Oh really?" Amy asked. She pictured Karma in her room sighing and smiling like she obviously was. "What are you wearing?" Amy teased. If Karma knew then she knew it was the game, all the game.

"Fuck you," Karma spat.

"Come on, don't be like that. You're the one who wanted to play."

Karma paused on the other side of the line. Amy was right.

"Fuck," Karma cursed again.

"You know, you really do say that an awful lot." And it was hot every fucking time. But Amy wasn't about to tell Karma how weak it made her when she swore. She wasn't about to tell her how attractive Karma was when she was put-out like that by her and frustrating her to no fucking end.

"So, what do you want me to say?" Karma sighed, upset with Amy for winning again.

On the other end of the line Amy smiled.

"Say you like it." Amy said. "Say you like it when I call you. At two am. After kissing my ex and stopping myself from touching myself alone in my room."

That was. Too much. Amy rolled her own eyes to try to keep from mentally berating herself.

Adding insult to injury she felt her hands struggle down as she push her own pants off of herself.

"Did all of that really happen?" Karma asked, her heart racing. Amy was really going for it. She wasn't even holding back. To Karma, that was unbelievably hot.

"Yup," Amy said, her breath was sorta heavy as it crossed the line into Karma's ear. Karma didn't know it was because Amy had begun to undress but she knew it had to do with her somehow, that air coming out of her. "Are you going to say it or what?" Amy asked, settling down and trying not to be mad.

"Fine, I like it," Karma confessed, waiting for a response.

She didn't love being woken up but if Amy's voice was at the other end of an alarm she'd be happy every time she sprung to life.

"And?" Amy asked, a bit of gravel in her voice.

"And what?" Karma wondered.

"What are you wearing?" Amy asked.

Karma laughed. "You're being really weird right now."

"Uh-uh," Amy stopped her, as serious as a heart-attack. "You don't get to be weird with me and then call me out for being weird. This is your game. I'm playing. Be fair."

"Ooookay," Karma sighed, her heart speeding up. Something about Amy like this excited her. And scared her if she was being honest. "I'm wearing lingerie," she said simply.

"What kind," Amy wondered, feeling as her own eyes darkened just thinking about Karma there obeying her in lingerie all hot and alone on her bed.

"It's not fancy," Karma said nervously.

"Come on," Amy nearly growled. "Play with me."

It was enough to set Karma off. Amy was the one now who sounded desperate.

"What are you wearing?" Karma asked, turning it around.

"Well," Amy said, looking down, playing along. "I was wearing pants a second ago but they seemed unnecessary."

"Really?"

"Really," Amy said.

"Hmm…" Karma teased. "Gee, ya know what?"

"What?" Amy played.

"My underwear are starting to feel unnecessary," she sighed, playing it up.

"Maybe you should get rid of them," Amy said.

"Maybe," Karma sighed. "I dunno."

"I think I'm gonna hang up now," Amy said.

The line went blank and Karma groaned and pounded her feet against her bed.

"BITCH!" She yelled, to no one in particular. Amy was waaaaay too good at turning her on.

Then her phone rang again and she knew it was Amy.

She tried to calm as she answered it.

"Are you going to play?" Amy asked, her own hand snaking down beneath her underwear and playing with her soft hair. "I'm turned on," she said. "And I'm touching myself." She meant business now. This was what she had meant all along.

"Amy," Karma warned.

"Are you playing or not?" Karma had seen that Amy would hang up. And Karma knew now that she wasn't the only sexy girl in Amy's life.

"Fine," Karma gulped, she was trying to calm but it was hard. She hadn't thought about it before but she should've locked her door. The thought of Liam walking in was unnerving.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked, hearing a change in her.

"My doors unlocked and Liam's home," Karma said.

"Don't you sleep in the same bed?"

"Ha!" Karma laughed. She noticed it too, Amy had gotten her to confess a truth about her life. It was serious eventhough it wasn't. And that scared Karma a bit. But she wanted Amy in her ear and on her line. "I wish you were here," Karma admitted. There were many nights she wished to torture her soon-to-be ex. Nothing would torture him more than Karma having her way with Amy right there in his soon-to-be ex-house.

"You're the one who wanted distance," Amy bit.

"Yeah, because you made me feel like shit," Karma said, being truthful too and bringing it down.

Amy pulled her hand out from between her legs and sat up.

"I- I didn't mean that." Karma said.

Amy was too confused to think up a response. She felt bad all of a sudden and it was hard to spring back from that.

"Are you still… I mean." Karma suddenly seemed too far away from her.

"Yeah," Amy sighed, collecting herself and laying back down. "Yeah," she was ready again to try and tease her. More than that, she was ready again to feel like Karma wanted her, which she obviously did. Letting go. Amy let her hand slide back down beneath her underwear and between her legs. Fingers sank between her soft lips where it was already far too wet since she'd been tortured all day by this woman who was wrapped-up with her on the phone. "I'm so wet," she sighed. "I can't even think about you without that happening." She was suddenly overwhelmingly thirsty. If Karma was with her she'd be kissing her now and she knew.

"Really?" Karma asked, a small crack in her voice. She wanted to touch herself too but she'd already done that today and she'd rather listen to Amy as her breath sped up at the sound of her intrigued voice.

"Yes," Amy panted, her fingers stroking her sex and exciting her as she stole her own breath.

"What do you want me to do?" Karma asked. "I'll do whatever you want." And she was so ready to. The only problem was distance.

"I wish you were here," Amy said, being truthful.

"What if I was?"

"I wish you were on me again," Amy said desperately, wishing it with the whole of herself as her fingers moved and worked their way into building her up. "Your smooth thighs rubbing soft on my cheeks," she remembered.

"What would you do if I was?" Karma felt herself growing hot and flushed. She felt her own breath escaping her quicker and louder than before as Amy breathed without caring into the phone while she touched herself finally.

"You know what I'd do," Amy panted, her fingers moving faster as she let out a small desperate gasp.

"Fuck," Karma said again. This time Amy really felt that fuck. Between her legs she was more than wet and throbbing for Karma, wishing it was Karma's tongue on her instead of her own stupid fingers.

"What do you want?" Amy asked, barely able to swallow since her mouth felt was so dry without Karma's tongue.

"I want to be the reason you're making those noises," Karma swallowed down her truths. She felt as her nipples were hard for no reason. And now hands present to grasp at them, no mouth present to suck. "I want to be touching you again like before." She confessed as Amy quickly panted. She remembered the diner and sitting next to her and feeling how wet she was, how delicious and easy. "I want to taste you Amy," Karma confessed.

Amy couldn't take it. It was too easy for Karma to get her there, even just with her voice. Her breathing stopped sudden and quick and she stroked herself a few quick times and felt as she came in her underwear on her bed with Karma's voice still sweet in her ear.

She made a high pitched but soft noise and Karma just knew.

"Good girl," Karma said, approving of it all. "I like when you call me." Amy could've called anyone but she didn't and Karma knew.

"Kinda had to," Amy said, still coming down. This was all a part of Lauren's plan. Well, sort of. The plan was to call Karma and tease her. This would have to do. Plus, it was Karma's rule that they couldn't touch. So what would Karma do tomorrow after this?

Amy felt her body as it tried it's best to settle.

"Thanks for waking me up," Karma laughed lightly. She loved thinking of Amy touching herself for her. It made her weak again and far too horny. It was like the book hadn't happened and her own session with her little sex toy, that was nothing, definitely not near enough.

"Don't get used to it," Amy teased, stopping Karma in her tracks.

"Why not?" Karma asked, nervous.

"You just want to play games," Amy said. "I told you before. That's not me."

"Amy?"

"I better go," Amy said. She was trying to sound sad. She knew it would eat at Karma and keep her up for the rest of the night.

"Amy-"

Amy hung up the phone and lay in her bed.

"What am I doing?" Amy asked her empty room. She knew that Karma was at home feeling like an ass. She knew that she'd done that.

When her phone rang again she didn't answer. Karma left a message.

"We don't have to play games." Karma said. And that was all that she said.

After the message played, she listened to it twice before hanging up her phone and going quickly to sleep.

The morning would be more games. This time though, it was Amy who wanted to play. Lauren had convinced her that she had to play if she wanted to win. So she'd play. She wasn't about to lose again, not after Reagan.