" It's a wrap!" Says everyone in unison. There's a bright flash and a snap in between a single quiet and still moment when everyone is together and collectively agreeing on something. It's a wall of people, a couple of the producers in back and all of the actors in front. It's a momentous occasion, Amity has finally reached the end of her contract and she's rid of this place. She never has to come back here again. Just like she wanted.
It's completely her choice and yet she can't help but feel the tension, the obligation of signing a new contract for another-who knows how long term. They were so far into the show and Amity's character has become more important as a whole, it'd be a shame if she left. She's exhausted just thinking of the tabloids.
It's mid October and Amity is working hard to start the upcoming holiday breaks with a bang. She hasn't done anything other than study, study, study. After all, she's got all the time in the world.
She's typing up an essay at her desk when she hears the doorbell ring downstairs. Her mother answers it and she listens out for her greeting; that tells her who's at the door. But this time she doesn't hear anything so she decides—a little break from the computer won't hurt. She's starving anyways.
So she heads downstairs and walks down the hallway and into the kitchen and—"Luz?!" She does a double take, nearly jumping out of her skin.
Luz whirls around, an easy smile on her face. "Oh. Hey, Blight," she says casually. Oh? This was her house. Amity storms past her and finds Odalia at the stove heating up a pot of tea.
" Mother," she tries to keep her tone even. "What is she doing here?" Luz waves at them.
" Amity ," Odalia sniffs. "She is a guest. Treat her with respect."
"Yeah, Amity. I'm a guest." Luz grins and Amity's jaw drops. Before she can say anything else, her mom takes the kettle off the stove and gets two of her most fancied tea cups. For Luz.
"Which flavor do you like, Miss Noceda? We have Oolong and Jasmine for the upperclassmen and ...lemon, if you prefer," she scowls.
Luz takes a long time to think, a teasing glance at Amity. With a posh accent, she says, "Oolong, I consider myself an upperclassman."
"Of course, of course," she scatters around to grant her wish. Luz cackles, takes a seat at the table while she waits and Amity storms up to her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She whispers aggressively. Luz looks up at her, trying to hold back a laugh.
"It's my birthday. Well, was my birthday. I'm eighteen now. Yay,"
Amity pauses, the heat rushing to her face. "S-so? What's that got to do with anything?"
Luz smirks and before she can say anything, Odalia comes to the table with a steaming cup of fresh brewed Oolong tea on a glass saucer. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Blight," she says like she's the most polite person ever. Like she didn't just show up here to—
"Of course! Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything at all?" She asks excitedly and now Amity's a bit freaked out. She's not even this beck-and-call for her father, when he was here.
"No thank you, Mrs. Blight," Luz smiles politely. Odalia nods and she leaves the kitchen with her own cup of tea. She casually sips her tea and pretends Amity isn't steaming over her until she obnoxiously clears her throat. "Anything bothering you, Blight?"
"You being in my house, sitting at my dinner table like you live here is bothering me,"
Luz suddenly jumps up. "There. Not sitting anymore," she says and Amity groans. Luz takes her hand and pulls her toward the staircase, they pass by the living room where Odalia is watching TV and she says, " Adios , Mrs. Blight! Amity and I are going to play some board games in her room," and her heart flutters. Goodness, what was she planning to do?
She follows Luz up the stairs, her heart caught in her throat. "Wait. Which one's your room?" She asks when they reach the hallway. Amity pulls her to the last door on the left, pushing open the door. It's extremely untidy and embarrassing and maybe she would have cleaned up a bit if she knew...
Amity gently shuts the door behind her, discreetly locking it as Luz wanders toward the dresser, examining all the little trinkets sitting on top. She hums observantly, "So this is the room where you spend all day thinking about me," she teases and, yes, though she feels incredibly called out by how true it is. Amity's chest hurts with how nervous she is—Luz is in her room. Like it's normal. Like they're together.
It's been such a long time since they'd seen each other— with the show going on hiatus and everything. They'd texted a few times on and off through the months but nothing really came of it—which Amity was happy about. With Luz out of sight and out of mind, she could focus more on her academic career. She was happy. She was doing good.
And then today…
She really shouldn't. She was doing so well. "Let's make a bet, Blight," Luz says. Amity has already accepted it. "If you can prove that you don't want me, I'll leave you alone."
"And how do you suggest I do that?" Amity asks, crossing her arms.
"You don't need to. You've already lost." Luz says and Amity realizes, yes, she has. But she was going to put up a fight for whatever else was about to happen. She would prove that she still had some fight left in her even if she didn't quite believe it herself.
"But...if you lose," she hums. "I'm right." Luz smirked evilly.
"Bring it on," Amity says, a rush of excitement flushes down between her legs as she walks up to Luz and pulls her into a deep kiss— her being the initiator made her feel in control and composed, which she was neither one of those when Luz was involved. Luz grabs her by the hips and pulls her closer and—a hand slips underneath the front of her shirt but—Amity really couldn't care less.
She moans, still fighting for dominance and it's stupid and she's turned on and Luz's hand searches for the clasp on the back of her bra—"Why'd you come here?" She breaks away. "Just to mess with me?"
Luz doesn't answer and pushes her toward the bed instead. "No one else let you take advantage of them quite the way I do?"
Luz laughs, trailing kisses down her neck. "What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about." She gasps when Luz nips at her collarbone. "I'm not going to just let you take my—!" She yelps.
"Your what?" They back against the bed and she gently shoves Amity down—she easily could have withstood it but she's much too determined to stop here.
Luz starts to pop open the buttons on Amity's pants, slowly, one by one. Then she crawls up to straddle her. Amity's going crazy, their warm bodies pressed together like this...it was so humiliating. She's lost all of her power now. "Stop," she says weakly.
"I don't think you want me to," she says casually.
" Fuck, Noceda," Amity groans, her body breaking out into a cold sweat, she's all revved up just from the heat and pressure of her. "Fuck you. I hate you."
"Hate you too," She says back affectionately. She doesn't let up and shows Amity no mercy. She really wants her to know how much she hates her back. It's about time she gets a good wake up call about the world she lives in. She doesn't control everything. She's so self centered it's like she gets off on power. Well now Luz has all of the power. And she relishes in it.
"You were right about me," she says breathlessly. "I'm weak. When it comes to you, I can't control myself."
"Why is that, Amity?" Luz takes Amity's arms, pinning them down over her head. With her other hand, she gently travels her fingers down her face and roughly shoves them into her mouth. Unable to answer, Amity moans, obediently swirling her tongue around them. She feels so stupid and dirty, this is so degrading. How did this happen? Wasn't she just writing an essay? "Answer my question." She demands.
"I'ont know," she manages, Luz's fingers now at the back of her throat. She presses down, making Amity choke. Her fingers wet and sticky with her saliva, she pulls them out of her mouth and slowly drags it down her lip, never losing eye contact. She then reaches down, hooking a finger to pull down Amity's jeans.
"Stop," Amity says again, firmly this time.
Luz ignores her and instead kisses a trail down to Amity's neck, leaving her gasping for air. She nips at the skin there between her neck and shoulder and Amity sighs. She can't believe she's gone this deep, let this happen to herself. This was not what she expected to be doing today.
"You are aware that this is sexual harassment, correct?" Amity asks even though it's helpless, even as her hips roll slowly against her will.
"No it's not. You want me to do this," she says between soft kisses on the tender skin of her collarbone. Reaching to undo the clasp of her bra under her shirt, Amity gasps incredulously but otherwise does nothing about it. "See?"
Amity breathes out when her hand touches the bare, wet skin of her collarbone, the swell of her chest. Luz continues kissing and she slips her hand up the front of her shirt. She traces circles up her stomach, sides and around her belly button. "You like it when I touch you."
"Yes," Amity says just above a whisper. It was getting so good now. She tilts her head back against the bed and clutches onto Luz's hair for dear life. "I love it."
She doesn't know what she wants.
Luz giggles softly, placing more soft kisses up her neck and slips her hand more upwards. She meets the fabric of Amity's bra and her heart flutters a bit. She decides to tease her. "Not very big…" she squeezes a hand over the left side. Then brushes her hand toward the middle and to her delight she traced over a little bow. "Plain white, pink little bow in the middle. I knew it."
"You pervert. I'll call the cops on you," she stops to bite back a whiny little moan when Luz slips her hand underneath her bra. "I can't believe…"
"This is hot." Luz says gently. "Admit it. This is hot."
She brushes her thumb over her nipple. Amity inhales a sharp breath, weakly bucking her hips forward, reminding her that she's pinned here and at the mercy of this stupid girl as she unravels her like a ball of yarn...goodness, it's hot. "It's so hot. Fuck. Fuck you." Amity bites her lip.
"Is that a promise?" Luz asks, she's amused as ever. She decides to press closer so that Amity can barely grind her hips. She whimpers, sounding deliciously desperate. "Haven't you done this before?"
It takes Amity a moment to reply with her little gasps and shrieks. "No. I'm not a delinquent."
"How does it feel?"
"Good. So good."
"You're enjoying this a lot, aren't you?"
Amity's entire brain goes blank and she forgets what hateful thing she was going to say next because Luz is swirling her thumb around and around without abandon and it's driving her wild. This is so wrong. This is so dirty. Then she stops, much to her disappointed whine.
" You lost, " Luz sings, her hand wanders lower and lower, under Amity's waistband. Luz gasps when she feels the gigantic wet spot in the front of her underwear. But who was she kidding—she most definitely had one too.
Amity seems to be much too distracted to have heard Luz's empty threat. She couldn't care less right now. She was incredibly focused on getting as much friction as possible from Luz's fingers outside of her underwear. She rolls her hips against it and as another full wave of pleasure washes over her, she thinks that's probably the best thing she's ever felt.
"Do you want me to go inside of your underwear?" Luz dares to ask, even though she already knows the answer. "Or do you want me to stop?"
" Don't stop. " She demands. Luz laughs and pulls her hand up to slip under her waistband. She takes her time brushing her fingers through the little bushel of hair there on her pubic bone. Then lower and lower. She's most definitely found the spot when Amity all but screams. She throws a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet lest her mother be listening.
"I'm going to tell everyone how I made you come," Luz says into Amity's neck, rubbing tight circles over her. Amity may as well have forgotten English, she's babbling sweet nothings as she comes closer to meet her humiliating demise. "With my hand, "
" Fuck, Noceda," Amity groans, her body breaking out into another cold sweat. "Fuck you. I hate you." She can't believe she's doing this, letting her degrade her like this. She loves it too much. She doesn't want to get too carried away.
Quickly reaching down, Amity puts a halting hand over Luz's and she stops. "Stop," she whispers. She pulls out and the cool air that fills the space between her legs instead of a warm steady hand makes her want to die. She almost wishes she kept going against her wishes and made her go all the way. That would be hot. Instead, Luz drags her fingers all the way back up and she wipes them off on Amity's shirt.
"You've got some serious self control," Luz says, thoroughly amused.
Amity doesn't answer, she's trying to keep focused or she'll teeter over the edge and fall into who knows where. Somewhere she can never leave if she does. She doesn't want to become some kind of pleasure crazed maniac, especially at her age. Even though she's got absolutely no leverage here, this makes her feel like she's at least trying to take back something. Her self control.
Her legs shaking with adrenaline and with a resolve of steel, she pulls her soaked underwear up, then her pants and then clips the buttons back together.
"That was fun," Luz walks out the door, she winks at Amity. "Let's play monopoly next time."
Wandering back into her room, her legs wobbling underneath her, she collapses back into her office chair in front of her desk. Her essay waits patiently.
