A/N: This is where I stopped. I'm not sure when I'll be posting again but I hope it will be soon. I'm going to be busy for a while. I hope you guys rae enjoying the story so far because I am having fun writing it. Thank you for the comments. See you guys soon...

20: Games and wishes

Amy hated the food but Karma cooked so she ate everything. It's been a while since she ate Karma's cooking so she wasn't about to waste it. So Amy closed her mouth on hers in a kiss that she intended to be just gratitude but ended up being more than so. She keeps underestimating the fervor with which she kisses Karma. It is that with Karma's sexy moaning, she can't help but grow hungrier and needier and desperate. She always feels this many emotions at once when she kisses her.

Kissing Karma is a damn obsession.

Reluctantly, but only by just a fraction, she breaks contact with Karma. "Karma, don't leave the company."

"I can't work with you Amy."

"Why not?"

Karma breaks entirely from Amy's lips to point in between them as if the reason why is in the small space that is in the middle gap that separates them. "Because of this. Because of us Amy."

Amy cocked her head. "What about us?"

Karma runs her hands through her hair in an exasperated gesture and end up lashing out words that tore Amy apart. "We can't work and we don't work. Personal feelings get in the way and we end up crossing lines after lines and forget that we're boss and employee. Especially since you are getting married in two weeks and that I don't want to hurt Sam. Not only are we at different place in our lives right now, we have a past that we still haven't discussed."

"Do you want beer?" Amy said getting off the bed to head for the bedroom door.

"I don't want beer."

Amy opens the door and waits for Karma to walk out of the room. She grins, "Beer it is then."

Karma rolls her eyes as she walks past Amy to leave the bedroom. They head down the stairs and into the kitchen. Amy opens her fridge and takes out two bottles of beers. She finds a bottle opener and opens the bottles before giving one to Karma.

"Thanks."

Amy shrugs. "No problem." Amy drinks from her bottle and then rests her elbows forward on the counter as she looks within Karma's frustrated gaze. All she wanted to do was to hold her into her arms and erase that confuse look on her face. "Yes Karma, we have fought way more than we have worked or talked together. And yes, we've crossed the lines a few times without thinking twice about it," she said quietly, "but … don't you think you are overthinking everything?"

"How am I overthinking everything? It's obvious that our history together is making things difficult for us to work together. I have to leave the company Amy."

"Yes," she mutters, "Every chance you get, you don't forget to mention how bad working together is for the both of us. How wrong and bad of an idea it is." She rolls her eyes as she drags the words out. "You never acknowledge the fact that we did make a great team when we were presenting the project plan to the foreign investor."

"Yes but remember how you were glaring at me during the meeting?" Karma drinks from her bottle and decides that she doesn't want to listen to Amy trying to convince her to stay. She'll hear enough about it when she goes home to Shane. Which, she brings her wrist up to look at the time. "I have to go." She said as she turns on her heels to leave the kitchen.

"You're not going anywhere." Amy keeps looking forward chugging down the beer.

"You know I love how you always seem to think that I'll listen to you." With a sardonic snort, Karma turns on her heels. "Goodbye!"

"Let's play a game."

Karma stops in her track. "A game of what?"

Amy lifts herself up from the counter and walks to a dubious Karma who was in no mood to play as it showed on her face. "You'll see." Amy placed her arm around her neck. "Come with me."

Karma really wasn't in the mood for any of Amy's games right now because one, she's tired. Two, Amy seems to be doing fine now so that means she should go. But Amy keeps walking her to apparently the back room of the apartment. "I'll see what? Come with you where?"

"It's obvious that you are not leaving me yet. So, I'm taking you to my playroom –"

Karma pulls back, "Hey! Since when did you get into that?"

Amy hooked her arm around her neck again, "No, none of that although, I wouldn't mind trying that with you. But it is a different kind of playroom. I promise."

She switches on the light within the spacious game room where in the middle was positioned a huge billiard table. "Ever played pool before?"

Amy places her beer on the rail of the pool table as she arranges the ball to set them up. The green felt was spotless. Karma wasn't interested. She wanted to go home.

"Amy, look –" she said wearily.

Amy walks over to the far wall and grabs two cues from the rack and she gives them to Karma to hold as she looks for chalk. "This looks about right for you." She grabs one from her hands and leaves the smaller one for her and gives her a bit of chalk. "Chalk it up!"

Amy sits next to her beer on the rail of the pool table as she chalks up her cue. "Go on. I'm not about to play on my own."

Karma looks at Amy as if she was insane. Then again, Amy has always been crazy from the very first day that they met at the café. She always ends up doing to things that surprise her. Just as soon as she starts to believe that she is not at all mental, Amy does something to prove her wrong. At that point, it should be unusual for her to be surprise about Amy's antics but no. Amy keeps surprising her. She looks back at the closed room door and thinks about running for the hills but Amy hopes she doesn't. Because, there's no way in hell was she going to let her run out of here without convincing her to stay or manipulate her in staying.

Karma sighed. "So, you've played before I assume. Since you look this confident."

Amy's face lit up as Karma resigns to a game of pool. "I learned how to a few years back when I was in Abu Dhabi. Do you know how to?"

"All I know is what I've seen on TV."

"Let's play for some interesting stakes then."

"Now hold on…" Karma didn't know what could happen at the moment. She doesn't know what she was willing to do because it is Amy we're talking about here and she breaks all the time when it is Amy. The wisest thing to do would be to run out of Amy's playroom and head home but then, her feet won't move. She's too curious to know where Amy was taking this and… she still can't move.

If she was about to play this game, she might as well be buzzed. "What are those stakes?" she said as she brings the beer up to her lips and takes several sips.

"We are not playing for money. We'll be playing for wishes."

"Wishes?"

"Yes. Wishes. The person who scores the highest points after five rounds of pool will be granted five wishes by the one who scores the lowest."

Karma purses her lips in deep consideration. Amy could ask her anything that is totally inappropriate but then she may also not. She doesn't know that for sure. She's in already so she can't back out now anyway. Might as well continue and see where this goes. She chugs down her beer once more. She needs to be buzzed. "Is that so?"

"Yes."

"How many rounds of pool again?"

"Five."

"How many wishes?"

"Five."

"I may lose this game Amy. I've only watched people play this on TV. Where's the fairness?"

"I'm a bit rusty too. I haven't played pool in two years since I learned how to play it." She lied. She played pool just a few weeks ago with Nick before he left to work with her mother. She was feeling guilty for lying. She is guilty because that's the second lie that she's given Karma today. And even then, she has no pure intentions at all regarding this game. Karma has no idea what was coming.

Karma leans forward over the pool table and concentrated on the break, adjusting her form so that she hits right on. The balls scattered everywhere on the table, three of them nearly going inside the holes but stopped short. Karma bites her lips. This doesn't look good.

"One would think one of those three would have gone in."

Amy agrees as she casually aims her cue, "They should have. I'm impressed though." She shoots off and the six ball lands on the side. She positions herself again and aims. The two and four balls each go in either of the top hole in the corners. "This must be my lucky night." She mentions as she walks behind Karma, around the pool table.

Karma drinks from her beer bottle again. She was growing anxious. What the heck is she doing here? "I'll have my luck soon." Even though my name is Karma…

"Sure. I mean, we still have four rounds to go." Amy grins up at her as her lithe form lean over the table, concentrating on making her next moves.

Luck is not something that is on Karma's side. She believes that she can. She believed that she could. But she couldn't. Game after game after game, Amy had slayed her like a boss. Well, she is her boss – go figures. By the end of the third round, Karma had finished hers and Amy's beer bottle. She watches Amy finishing the last round of their pool game as various balls plopped within the various pockets of the table.

Karma stood motionless at the other end of the pool table when Amy hangs up her cue. "So you win the game."

"I won." She said gently. "You lost."

"I demand a rematch."

"Sorry. No rematch."

"That's not fair though."

"Life is not fair."

"But Amy –"

"We'll play another time." Amy promises as she makes her way around the pool table to join Karma. "But now, I want to claim my wishes."

Karma lays her cue along the length of the billiard table and cautiously turns to face Amy. "What is the first wish?"

Karma spots the whimsical humor underneath Amy's eyelashes as she hums an incoherent tune. She grew impatient because who knows what inappropriate requests this crazy woman was about to ask. "Come on. What's the first wish?"

"I'm thinking." Amy ponders. "I'm trying to find a way to phrase it so that there aren't any loopholes for you to escape from it."

"Why would I want to try?"

"You are smart Karma, one of the many characteristics that I find sexy about you."

Karma blushes. "Thank you for knowing that."

And then it hit Amy, "I got it. I want you to keep working for me in my office at the company as my assistant."

"That's what you had to think hard on? How would I have found any loopholes from this wish?"

"If I only asked you to stay, you would have probably stated that I did not ask you to work for me."

"And the assistant thing?"

"You could have easily backtracked saying that you don't have to be my assistant to work for me."

"And the office?"

"You would have asked to give you another office."

"And the company?"

"You know that you don't necessarily have to work in the same company as I do to be my assistant. I have several companies and you can work from home should I wish you to."

"I hadn't thought of that."

"Well, I am stupid for even putting that out there but whatever. Because, I will have you know that I want you to be with me, by my side, in my office, working together twenty-four/seven."

Karma was expecting something completely out of appropriateness; because, well, it is Amy. She surprised her. This might not be so bad after all. Even though she's going to have to stop writing the resignation letter and keep working at the company as Amy's assistant. She just hopes she has the strength to face the upcoming two weeks. "Fine. What's the second wish?"

"I want to make out with you."

Here comes the inappropriate request. Just like she thought earlier. She starts to believe that she's not completely mental; until she does something to make her keep her previous judgment.

Amy takes one step forward making Karma step backward against the billiard table. She lowered her gaze down to Karma's quivering lips. "I want to make out with you for ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?" Karma starts running sequential inappropriateness that can happen in ten whole minutes.

"You know what?" She thinks for a second as she scratches her chin. "Let's make that thirty minutes.

That's even worse. "Why thirty minutes?"

"Because I want to make out with you in all three places."

Karma swallows a big lump of anxiety, "And what are those places?"

"Your lips…Your breasts…Your vagina." In that order.

Before she could even protest, Amy had lifted her up on the pool table and placed herself in between her legs.

"Now, wait a minute…"

Amy quickly reached for the rim of her sweater and lifted it above Karma's head to take it off. "No talking." She murmured. "I will kiss you for five minutes. And then, I will suck your breasts for the next five minutes."

"Amy, this is not fair," she stated defiantly. She hides her breasts with both of her hands over just to refuse Amy seeing her as she started unhooking her bra.

"I won this game Karma and you agreed to it. And now, you are granting me my second wish."

"But, this is not something we should do…"

"And I couldn't care less about what we should or shouldn't do." Amy takes Karma's arms, pulls them to her to let the bra fall off and display Karma's already erect breasts. "See, you do want this."

Karma looks away sheepishly as she tries to avoid Amy's humoring gape. "I hate you."

"Hush Hush!" she cups Karma's chin and shifts it back to her so that she can smooth her lips over her. Amy closes her eyes and says, "Gosh Karma, you drive me crazy." Amy kisses her once, tenderly. She brings one free hand on Karma's cheek while the other hand roams up and down Karma's thigh, "you are everything to me." And then she kisses her twice, before breaking off again, "You are my pookie." She whispers, stroking the cheek of Karma with the tip of her thumb. She then kisses her thrice and moans immediately leave both of their mouths once they use their tongue to appease the craving.

"Amy –"

"Relax," she murmured in between the warmth of Karma's lips. "We still have four minutes to go."

Four minutes. Four more minutes of trying to keep herself from losing it. She couldn't. Karma hooked her arms around Amy's neck and immediately did the kiss take a drastic change and became more passionate and needier as they run through the few seconds of the most delicious five minutes that both of them could live through. Amy's hands possessively stranded themselves everywhere down her back, molding Karma even closer into her. She made Karma feel like the only woman in the world – in her world. She then abruptly detaches herself to headily contemplate Karma's flustered face as she takes heavy short breaths.

"Five minutes are up…" she whispers leaning her head down to Karma's neck and caresses her with the raggedness of her breath. "I missed your breasts."

She gently pushes Karma on her back over the pool table grabbing a mouthful of one of Karma's breasts as her lips savagely lowered as Karma lies down. A shiver chased down Karma's spine once she feels Amy's tongue running circles on her erect nipple as Amy divides the five minutes in halves. Although she'd taken way longer than she had intended after the five minutes ended and added a long ten minutes. Karma was too dazed to even be aware of her surrounding as Amy's caress sent her into another world dimension that she couldn't escape from. Amy's hands roaming over her body, her breath caressing the skin of her breasts, her nose sniffing her natural body scent, her tongue touching ceaselessly in cadence nipples to nipples were all that she could be conscious of, not the pool table which against she arched her back.

Amy then tersely stopped but Karma still felt extremely sensitive from her recent affection. "Five minutes are up." Amy bites her lips seeing Karma still lying on the pool table with her back still arched. She looked gloriously beautiful so willing and ready to give out but Amy wouldn't take her yet. Even though she had to control every organs and limbs making her up to stop from doing as she pleases. She's taking her time.

Several seconds had passed before Karma crashes down from her trance to notice that Amy had stopped her touches. She opens her eyes to find Amy gaping at her weak body on the billiard table. "What about the last twenty?" Karma wanted to kick herself for even asking.

"The last twenty minutes will be reserved for another time. Expect me to bite, lick, and taste every inch of you when that time comes so," Amy helps Karma up and redresses her bra and shirt on. "You're welcome to stay if you want and spend the weekend with me."

"I'm not," she breathed. When Amy did not try to stop her, she gets off the pool table and gently pushes Amy out of the way. "What about the other three wishes?"

"Don't worry about them yet." Amy cocked her head as she licks her lips, "I promise you'll hear soon."

"Amy, we can't do this again." She wanted an answer but Amy just stared at her and gave her no answer. Amy made no move to stop her from leaving the playroom but Karma could feel her eyes all over her back until she disappears out of sight.

She left her apartment and immediately caught the bus that led back to Shane's apartment. As soon as she entered the door, Shane bombarded with questions which she half answered and half ignored. She did not tell him what happened in the playroom but she reassured him that she wasn't going to quit anymore. This relieved him greatly.

The weekend went by slow on her part because she laid awake thinking about how Amy was going to use the last twenty minutes of her second wish.

RG Holdings

Amy's office

She had been wrong. She thought Amy was going to do something but it's been two days since this week started and not once did Amy try to make a move on her. Amy had not claimed the last twenty minutes of her bet and Karma doesn't know how she should feel about it. Did she want her to do what she said she would do? She wonders if Amy had remembered about or forgotten because she acts as if nothing had happened last Saturday.

It's not like she expected her to go through with what she said she would do because it would be wrong to the both of them and in the world that they live in, it is called cheating. It was a mistake that they even play this game in the first place but why Amy was acting as if nothing happened bothered her because all she's done was played the event in her head over and over again.

They come to work, go to meetings, sign papers and by the time the day ends, Amy just let her go without saying anything. Amy acts as if she was unaffected by it and she hates it but she knows it is for the best but it bothers her. And it wasn't until Wednesday afternoon when Karma thought that Amy had let everything go that Amy did something.

"Hera, don't bother me for the next twenty minutes please." Amy then hangs up her phone before lifting up a finger and ask Kama to come hither, "Karma, come here."

Karma left whatever that she was doing and walks over to Amy who had moved everything in front of her on the desk. "Ms. Raudenfeld –"

"Ms. Ashcroft –"

Karma slides off her glasses over her head, "What is it?"

"Drop your underwear."

Karma blinks her eyes repetitively fast. "Are you nuts? Oh wait! what am I asking? You are nuts!"

"I am not nuts." Amy smirks. "I am your boss."

"Why exactly should I do this?"

"I'm claiming the last twenty minutes of my second wish."

Karma gestures her hands up in frustration. And just when she thought Amy had forgotten about everything. "Need I remind you that we are in your office?"

"And need I remind you that you should know me better?" Amy sighs then lifts her head and smiled at Karma warningly as she rises off her seat and walks around the desk to stand in front of Karma. She starts, her voice, a little more than just a hypnotic murmur. "Karma, for just twenty minutes, I want you to just let go. I want you to relax and forget everything that stands between us. I need you to give yourself up to me and let me please you." She holds both side of Amy's waist and pushes her against her desk, "relax. You're so tense."

"Amy –"

Amy lifts Karma up and sits her on her desk, "relax."

When Amy's hands move the rims of her skirt up her waist, Karma had forgotten how to breathe. Amy lowers her head on her neck while her hands reached underneath Karma's skirt and slowly slides down the underwear.

"Amy, what if…"

Amy lifts up a hand to touch Karma's lips and hush her up. "Ssssh! I won the game. I make the rules. What on earth are you afraid of Karma Ashcroft?"

Karma leans down on her back over Amy's desk while Amy widens her legs apart. She breathes out a low pant to reply, "Nothing."

"Then, just relax." She said gently, "Ever since you've walked in my office, Karma, I've wanted you."