Amity was at orientation, getting the script and spiel for a new episode that was about to go into production. These are the usual Monday meetings when new episodes get approved and the main cast have it in their contract that they'd attend for 'insight'. She was there with Willow and Gus because Luz was 'late' again.

It's a painfully awkward and slow twenty minutes of small talk and looking down at her phone. She thinks they know that something weird is going on between her and Luz because they keep giving her weird looks and stares. And also Willow's, "So Amity," she laughs for a split second. "Seen Luz lately?"

"Unfortunately." Amity sighs, trying to keep a casual tone of voice. If they know then why do they keep trying to rub in her face? Why is it any of their business?

She doesn't know why they'd have any reason to know.

And it's not like they go around kissing each other in public for everyone to see. Plus, Amity liked to think that she hid it well, her desperate infatuations. It's not like she's constantly thinking about her or anything.

"Sorry I'm late," Luz suddenly bursts through the door. She's got her usual cup of coffee in one hand, a roll of papers in the other. "There was traffic."

"There's always traffic, even if you took the streets," Gus says sarcastically and Willow laughs quietly beside him.

"You have no say in this. You can't even drive yourself to the store." Luz shoots back, dropping her bag on the floor and plopping down in her seat right opposite of Amity. They catch each other's eye and Luz grins, raising her hand up to wiggle her fingers at her. Amity rolls her eyes and tries not to make it too big a deal and get Willow or Gus suspicious.

"You're definitely late because of the coffee," Willow says, narrowing her eyes.

"Gotta have the coffee. Can't function without it," she shrugs, an easygoing smirk on her face as she glances toward Amity again. Her face heats up, partly because she's embarrassed and the other... she's thinking about earlier today. Actually, Amity and Luz drove here together. Amity headed in early— as to not raise any suspicion with their two other coworkers while Luz took her very necessary detour to the cafeteria.

And...it couldn't be more obvious, could it? Luz gave her some extra attention in the car for her to keep quiet about everything and—it's not like she was planning to go around and tell everyone she sees. Putting up a fight only did her more good than bad. They didn't drive here together and there definitely isn't anything weird going on.

It's a good thing they're actors because they are selling it. At least, Amity thinks so.

During the 'meeting'— random, completely unrelated conversations mostly between Luz, Willow and Gus, Amity sits quietly, her arms crossed as she stares at everyone in disbelief. She can't believe these are the people she associates with. She can't believe this is what they're doing instead of what they're actually here for.

"Unbelievable," Amity rudely clears her throat over the heated conversation about whether or not the Bermuda Triangle exists. "You are all acting very childishly about this meeting. "

Everyone pauses and she can feel their eyes on her—she suddenly stands up, her and Luz staring at each other as she rises. "When it comes time to film, you will all be clueless," she sticks her nose in the air. "You all ought to take your jobs seriously one of these days."

Luz raises her eyebrows, bemused in every sense of the word and Amity knows right away what she's thinking. Her heart skips and she suddenly loses her resolve. She must put on a show for the cameras. Willow and Gus are watching.

"Then why don't you start us off, Amity?" Luz asks pointedly.

"It'd only be a waste of my time," she starts toward the door, she's so distracted by her racing heart that she struggles with the doorknob.

"That'd be a shame. We wouldn't ever want that !" She gasps exaggeratedly and she hears Willow laugh as she closes the door behind her. Amity stands outside the door for a moment to steel herself, taking a steadying breath. Then, she holds her head high and walks calmly toward the lobby. She's in trouble, yay.

Halfway down the hallway, she hears the door open and close again and immediately, Luz comes jogging round the corner. Amity stands, frozen in place with how weak in the knees nervous she feels. Luz comes right up to her and they kiss for a brief moment before Amity forces herself to pull away—they're still in public and anyone could see them. "You couldn't even stay with them?" She whispers. "Now they're going to suspect us!"

"Doesn't matter, Blight," she takes her hand and Luz drags her, Amity can't help but stumble along. How did she get like this with her? She's so confused.

And then the next thing she knows...

"You always have to have everyone's attention," she pushes her against the wall, they're back in the utility closet.

"Only your attention," Amity releases a shaky breath. She doesn't know what she's done this time but apparently she's really made Luz mad. She's pinned against the wall with the shelves on it and they painfully dig into her spine but she's much too distracted to care.

Luz pulls Amity's face towards hers and they kiss, not for the first time today but it feels that way. They'd only given each other a quick peck in the parking lot because Luz insisted on heading to the cafeteria first even though Amity wanted to get to the conference room ten minutes early—that annoyed her immensely. Lately, everything about her was annoying.

It's deep and slow and urgent, but Amity's gotten used to the different types of kissing they get into. She isn't too worried about it but she can't help but feel like this one is trying to tell her something like, I love you . Maybe she's just delusional. She wishes...

They share another sloppy, open mouthed kiss for a quiet moment, it's peaceful and romantic and Amity gets her hopes up. For what, she doesn't know. But then she bites down hard on Amity's lip and she gasps, writhing in pain and pushing her away. She's never done that before (though the sting of it is slightly familiar). "You have. To give. Everyone else. A chance." Luz says sternly.

"No." She shoots back evenly, mainly because she wants more and because she has no idea what she's talking about. Luz groans but satisfyingly delivers. "Ah-! Why would I let... you boss me around?" This is so exciting and romantic in the worst way possible, she curls her toes delightedly. The kiss gets so deep that Amity's back bruises as she pushes into the wall shelves, but at least the pain is grounding. If it weren't there then she'd just float away like a hot air balloon. Luz abruptly pulls away again.

"Because the world doesn't revolve around you," taking her hand away, she moves it down to her hips and...that's a new thing that started happening. She never knew a simple touch could make her so crazy and yet here she is, squirming restlessly. She keeps coming back here, with her coworker that she hates and they hate each other so much that they just can't keep their hands to themselves.

It's all so crazy.

"Yes it does," she says desperately, aching for her touch. "Please,"

"Please what, Amity?" Luz groans but it sounds more like a whimper. She's just as desperate as Amity is here and she loves that. They kiss again and this time Amity tries to slip her tongue—"Hey!" Luz jerks away. "No tongue."

Amity doesn't care. She wonders what Luz will do if she tries it again. So she lunges forward for another kiss and it's all tongue. It's weird at first and Amity immediately knows why she was so opposed to it. It's warm and their teeth bump against each other and it's uncomfortable and—ugh. It's amazing.

Luz seems to agree too. She doesn't push her off like Amity expected her too but instead she rests her hand on her shoulder to keep her from tackling her. She tries to kiss back but it's weird and wrong. They both opt with just going back to a regular kiss but that doesn't mean Amity stopped trying. She's so confused she can't even breathe.

"You have to stop trying to control everything." She pushes Amity off, taking her arms and pinning them to her sides like she always does. "You aren't special."

Amity struggles, trying to get her arms free. "You aren't the boss of me," she says. Luz gives her a look and Amity tries to stand her ground but no, she's definitely right. She'd do anything Luz said if it meant she would…

"You're going to stop trying to make people listen to you."

"Or what?" She asks, already excited just thinking about the possibilities. She gains a bit of leverage and manages to wriggle away but Luz only traps her by pushing her hips against hers and it makes Amity go wild.

"Or I'll make you."

"How?" She dares to ask.

"I'll torture you until you listen." She says and it sounds like she's only half joking. Amity's heart skips a beat.

"You're such a hypocrite," she sighs, her fatigued muscles give way, letting Luz push her back against the wall. But she loves it. " This is torture."

"But you love it."

She sucks in a deep breath before their lips crash together again. This time it's soft and playful and friendly. Amity's so confused. Luz pulls away and they both laugh. "I love it." She sighs, just barely above a whisper.

Luz lets her go and turns to get her bag off the ground and the sudden lack of contact gives her whiplash—it's devastating. She wants to be stuck against the wall underneath her like that forever. She loves it and she dreams about it and she hates it. But she's at work and this is ridiculous and she doesn't know what's going on. Amity whines, her head spinning.

"Noceda…" she bites her tingling lip, suddenly feeling incredibly self conscious and guilty. "I think we should stop...this."

"Why?" She comes back up against her and she almost thinks about changing her mind. This whole thing is just too wrong. She has to stand her ground and put a stop to it before it gets out of hand.

"I don't want to get in trouble," she sighs. She really doesn't want to stop. It's killing her to be so close...if she just leans in a little further and—"You're not…" she trails off, her face burning with shame.

"Because I'm a minor…" she says quietly, pressing another soft kiss to her lips and Amity shivers with an unprecedented delight. "You feel like a creep?"

Amity nods, her eyes squeezed shut. Really, she feels like the kid here. She can't believe… "Alright then," she says simply. "But you won't stop."

"Why not?"

"You're weak. You'll keep coming back like a creep," she says and Amity wants to shrivel up and die. She's right.

They leave the closet and Luz heads to the auditorium while Amity makes her way to the bathroom.

These are the third pair this week but luckily she began to keep a spare change in her bag ever since this whole thing started happening. Sometimes she just makes it impossible to control herself. This is definitely the weirdest thing that's ever happened to Amity. Ever.

"I want more kisses," Amity says after another long day in the cafeteria. Luz wags her finger and her eyes follow it closely, she wishes that finger was—

"I'll only kiss you if you're being bad. You know that." Amity groans, biting her lip. She's got to keep it under control or she'll run out of underwear by the end of the month.

"I'll be bad then," she says.

"That's not how it works," Luz says, snuggling up close and leaning to rest her head on Amity's shoulder. "I do it because you hate it. Right?"

"Right." Amity sighs. For a moment she stares at Luz's cup of coffee, it sweats nervously on the table and all she really wants is something to do with her mouth. So she picks it up and slowly sips it, the copious amounts of sugar in it is already curdled in her stomach but she basks in the thought that… her lips were on this part of the cup too. It's like an indirect kiss. Kind of.

That's how desperate she was getting.

Well, she didn't realize it at the time that she could definitely be more desperate. One night, she was laying in her bed just thinking about her like she always does. Like a weirdo who's eighteen now and is still wrung up on her seventeen year old coworker. She's so wound up but she isn't a delinquent. She's not going to even think about doing that. But it was tempting.

She groaned, rolling onto her back. Squeezes her thighs together. Tries to ignore the ache between her legs. Tries to count the dots on the popcorn ceiling. Anything to distract herself. One , two , three… then they all just blur together. She's just having serious withdrawals, that's all. It's been two full weeks of nothing from her and it's really starting to feel torturous. No kissing or touches, just teasing looks, lip bites...she counts ten more and inevitably loses focus, her mind has drifted to uncharted waters. She reaches up to pinch her lip, hard. The aching sting is Luz's bite. Tugs at her bra strap, pretends it's her trying to take things a bit further than they usually did. " Luz…" she says her name quietly as if to beg, begging to be touched or kissed or anything. Her eyes flutter open and her face burns with shame. What kind of delinquent is she?

She needs to get a grip on herself. This is ridiculous.

So, to get her mind off of it, she called Luz. She picks up on the second attempt and it kind of annoys Amity. She's spent so much time imagining her and thinking of her and—she can't even pick up the phone?

"Hello?" Luz says, she sounds far away from the phone. Just her voice makes Amity feel worse. She doesn't know why she does this to herself.

"What are you doing?" Amity asks casually, laying back on her pillow. She moves her hand down to scratch at her stomach, her skin is irritated from rubbing against the tight waistband of her jeans all day.

"Playing Call of Duty," she walks farther away from the phone and there's a loud sound like she's opening a bag of chips. It's quiet for a moment then she says, "Why?" She sounds much closer now.

"Of course. A lazy hack like you would play video games." She swirls her finger around the skin on her thigh. It's irritated there too. Luz stays quiet, taking her phone with her to sit down on the couch. "You should be studying or applying for colleges. You could have made a healthy meal for yourself or participated in some type of sport. But instead you play video games."

"...Yeah, and?" Luz groans. Her resistance is delicious. She'd give her one deep kiss for this one and…

"You're so lazy…" Amity sighs, unbuttoning her jeans. "And useless."

"Did you call me just to trash talk?" Luz asks. "I was in the middle of a game—"

"Don't you think you're better off doing something more productive to finish off your night?" Amity asks coldly, her hand drifts lower...

"What do you want me to do, Blight?" Loud music starts to play in the background and she can hear controller buttons clicking.

"Pay attention to me." Amity demands. She gasps quietly when she reaches a bit lower. To her inner thigh. Maybe she should just get rid of every single pair of jeans she owns.

"Not everything is about you. Didn't I tell you about that?"

Amity's heart flutters at the memory, the closet, the kissing. Her hand practically flies down to that spot that throbs and aches all day because of Luz. First starting off with a gentle stroke, her hand is hesitant. She hadn't done this often. She slowly traces her finger up to circle lazily over her aching sex, and right away the pleasure is too good. It's teasing and slow and agonizing. She gets so caught up that she makes a little sound and Luz most definitely heard it.

It's quiet and Amity goes into panic mode. Maybe she wasn't listening, maybe she was too distracted by her game to have heard it. "...What are you up to, Amity?" She asks slowly, knowingly.

"Getting some homework done," she presses against her clit slightly, the shock of sensation rushing through her is overwhelming, the thrill of lying makes it all the more pleasurable. Maybe Luz would give her a few kisses for not being truthful…

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm," she hums, easy breezy. She knows that they both know what's going on now. She thinks about the utility closet, being pinned against the wall. Luz's body pressed against hers, her strong grip keeping her trapped. She remembers her soft, warm lips taking dominance over her. She thinks about what it might feel like to have her kissing down her neck. Desperate for more, Amity exerts her fingers and spreads open her sensitive folds, pretending it's Luz's fingers forcing her open. "I'm being productive."

"Touching yourself to my voice?" She laughs and Amity's too distracted to care. "That's cheap even for you, Blight."

"I can't help it," she admits, crying out urgently, grinding against her own fingers swirling tight circles over her clit, pretends it's Luz taking advantage of her, working her up to a sweet, sweet orgasm. "I just…"

"Are you even the same Amity I met a year ago?"

"Not anymore."

"What happened?" She asks teasingly, the tone of her voice makes Amity's whole body tingle. This is so wrong but what can she do about it? Not a single thing really. When she doesn't answer, she asks, "What're you thinking about?"

"You know what I'm thinking about."

"I really don't," she says, then waits a moment. "Is it how I used to touch you?" The emphasis on used to makes her mind race.

"Yes," Amity mewls, immediately following intense embarrassment. The fingers she's dipped deep inside herself makes up for it, and she imagines it's Luz fingering her sensitive, tight walls, so soft around her fingers. "And how you bit my lip..." she crooks the tip of her fingers to dig her nails into a particularly perfect spot and she moans.

"Mmhmm. And what about that time when I put you in your place for being bossy?"

"I remember." She begins to jerk her two fingers in and out in a thrusting motion, quickly fucking herself to the thought of Luz's kiss, the sound of her voice. She's so close, so ready to come. It'd be so easy to. So great. But she stops, pulling her fingers out of herself. She slips herself completely out of her jeans. She really wants—no needs to finish...but…

She gets up and goes to her closet to grab her pajama pants. She doesn't want to touch herself anymore, she tried it and she kind of hates it. Though she does feel left out over not being able to enjoy something most people do, she probably won't ever do it again and for that she considers herself pure. And she likes this torture.

She goes to the bathroom to wash her hands and uses five pushes of soap. "All done?" Luz asks.

"Yes," she says, her stomach aching from the intensity of her previous endeavors.

"Feel better, you creep?" She teases.

Amity hums, "Not really." Climbing back into bed, she stuffs a pillow between her legs just to ease the aching tension a little bit.

"You're insatiable."

"Love you," she dares to say and the only thing Luz does is laugh. Whatever. It's not like she was going to come out of this with a sliver of dignity to her name anyways. "I can't stop thinking about you. You're all I want and I just…"

"You just what?"

"I want to kiss you. I want your hands on me and I want to be in the closet." She starts to slowly rub against the pillow, laughing maniacally to herself. She's out of her head. What is she doing ?

"That's creepy." Luz says amusedly.

"I know," a tear rolls down her face, she wraps herself up in her blanket and tries to relax a bit. "I'm a creep. I…"

"You what?"

"I don't know…" she admits much to Luz's pleasure. It's quiet for a moment before she clears her throat on the other line.

"Night." Luz says sweetly.

"Wait," Amity squeezes her eyes tight. "Say it back."

"What?"

"Say you love me."

"Blight..." she trails off and Amity's heart flutters something devastating. "I don't..."

Amity moves to hang up the phone and tries to go to sleep. Tries to get her mind back to business . Back to what really matters. Whatever. She doesn't love her either, she's sure of it. That was stupid. She's just so wound up that it's begun to cloud her judgment. That's all.

That'd be weird and silly.