Three Months

Amity's turned on again, much to Luz's immense amusement. She can tell by how fidgety she is. She doesn't know it, but she's watching her. It's kind of funny how she acts when she thinks no one's looking. Amity just looked like a naturally unapproachable person, she looks mean like she eats children for breakfast or something. She's always got her arms crossed, always has a bored expression on her face like she's got a million other places she'd rather be. Stuck up bitch.

But Luz is the only one who knows why she's so restless, so stone faced. That's her Amity, her stupid, insatiable Amity. She's seen her in ways that no else ever will and she knows exactly why.

When they get out of this meeting, the first thing she'll do is give her exactly what she wants, with exceptions of course. Anything that'd torture her. Now Luz is a bit twitchy herself, just thinking about that. She taps her foot impatiently, tugs at the collar of her hoodie because she feels really stuffy all of the sudden.

Later, they're in the cafeteria and Amity's really desperate. Luz is trying to get her coffee but she gets a little distracted. It's a good thing today was an easy day, there's close to nobody in the cafe. Amity takes her hoodie drawstring and puts it in her mouth, bites anxiously on the tip. She wonders what's got her so worked up.

Amity's staring at her intently, they exchange no words and the tension is incredibly thick but playful. She nibbles a bit harder on her drawstring, it's covered in teeth marks. Luz reaches to slowly pull it out of her mouth and she grins when Amity whimpers. She gently drags it across her lips and she rips it away when she tries to snatch it back into her mouth. Finally, she takes it away from her completely and puts it in her own mouth, biting down gently on it. It's slightly wet from her saliva still. Yuck .

Amity's face turns a bright red and her pretty little mouth slightly drops open. "What're you thinking about?" Luz quietly asks, teasing.

Amity blinks.

"I have a meeting to attend, Noceda," she shoots back, snatches the drawstring from her mouth and it falls down on her chest. Luz leans forward and takes a deep but quick kiss that absolutely stirs the pot even more. They're both desperate for more but somehow Luz manages to control herself and pull away before she gets too carried away. But it only makes the day harder for them.

"Okay," she giggles. "Will you actually pay attention this time?"

She turns redder but keeps a stern face, the face that Luz knows is only a facade. She could turn that stuck up scowl into anything she likes if she really wanted to. "I'll see you tonight." She says and starts to walk away but Luz stops her.

"You can't come over."

Amity ignores her and keeps going, leaving Luz to her less than innocent thoughts. She'd show her . Later.

It's eleven o'clock at night when Amity pulls up in front of Luz's house in her dinky little car. She chuckles to herself as she watches from her window, checks her phone and there's at least ten missed calls and texts from her that she'd purposefully ignored. She'd come right into her trap.

Amity knows who's in control here.

Four Months

She pulls the drawer open and pushes a few things around. The suspense burns in the air heavy like smoke and Luz purposefully drags it on, she can feel Amity watching her anxiously. Then, twirling the ribbon around on her finger, she comes back to her trembling, naked girlfriend on the bed. Her beautiful body, the way it curves and how soft she is. How defenseless she is. It's alluring. Truth is, she's feeling a little conflicted about this. She thinks it's incredibly funny but also intensely hot. Should she laugh or be turned on? Why not both, this was Amity, anyways. She climbs back to straddle her again, the thought of her naked body up against hers, still clothed, it makes her feel in control.

She was not going to lose control tonight. Not this time.

Amity eyes the velvet fabric warily with wide eyes, biting her lip. "Are you... scared?" Luz asks, grinning evilly.

"Of course not," she blinks, trying to focus herself. Hesitantly, she presses her wrists together and she trembles with nervous excitement as Luz takes her sweet time with tying a decent knot. She goes slow and sensual, pulling the knot around her wrists as tightly as possible. Trying to keep a straight face.

She doesn't believe this is happening. Of course Amity would let Luz tie her up like this. She's just this desperate isn't she? Always willing to do whatever Luz wanted, and all for what? A touch and a kiss? Why was she still so persistent if there really wasn't anything left for her in this relationship? Really, Luz is the only one having fun now, torturing her. She stifles a laugh as they makeout gently, she almost looks pathetic like this, more or less entirely exposed and up for the taking. It's not like she wasn't always so vulnerable like this in everything she did, in every aspect of the word...

But...seeing her like this. It really does put things into perspective. "I guess you really are helpless now," she says, pointedly staring at her exposed chest, her hands tied up over her head with that stupid bright red ribbon she'd spent way too much money on.

The only thing left was her underwear. She thinks it's best if she leaves them on for now. Even if they're already completely soaked down the front. Let her keep a little bit of her dignity, if she's even got any to spare. Luz gently strokes her lips and Amity urgently takes her fingers into her mouth, nibbles them softly. "What's the safe word?"

"Red light." She says dutifully.

"You're going to tell me exactly how you want this?"

"Do whatever you want," she says, her voice is quiet and obedient. "I'm yours."

"That wasn't what we agreed on, Blight," she sternly reminds her.

"Ah, forgive me. I forgot." She arches her back at the gentle finger that trails along her chest, stops to swirl around her nipple. "I tend to lose focus when…"

"You need to stay focused," she warns. "Or I can't give you what you want."

"I want whatever you want."

"I'll forgive you just this once. But if you misbehave again, I'll have to punish you."

Amity's gaze is hot and heavy, so cloudy with lust. She's never felt so in control before, she's probably soaked through her own underwear just like Amity seems to do so often. She's so hopeless. She never wants to stop. "Punish me how?"

"I'll hurt you. But it won't feel good like you think."

"Example?" She dares to ask.

Wow, she's such an idiot. She really doesn't know when to quit, does she? Luz laughs and takes a deep kiss, trails her tongue down to her neck. She hears Amity's soft breaths turn sharp when she bites down between her shoulder and neck as hard as she can. There's deep teeth marks there now and a deep purple bruise already starts to form on her pale skin.

"I want you to do that all over my body." She says, much to Luz's confusion.

"But...doesn't it hurt?"

"Yes, but…" she tilts her head back, moaning loudly at the hand that teases along her thigh. "I love it."

"You're sick," she tells her. Now she really wants to torment her a little. She loves to see her miserable and—maybe she's the one who's sick. She doesn't care.

She shifts down between her legs and now she has delicious access to her. She kisses her inner thigh, dangerously close to where she aches to be touched. " Please…" she begs quietly.

"What do you want me to do, Blight?"

"Fuck me…" she says. Stupid. She teases her waistband, pulling it away and then letting it slap against her clammy skin. Then she gives Amity the worst wedgie of her life, pulling her soaked underwear up, deep inside of her.

She thinks she'll just mess with her tonight.

She decides to makeout with her inner thigh, swirling her tongue around and ignoring Amity's desperate cries. She sticks her fingers in the leg hole and slips a single pathetic finger inside of her but Amity eats it up, pushing herself up and down to try and get some of that sweet, sweet friction.

She just leads her on like that for the entire night and Amity becomes delirious. Even hurt, Luz somehow gets her entire fist inside of her and that's when she comes, tears of pain rolling down her face and yet she still moans, says, " yesyesyesyesyes," as she comes around her whole hand.

And getting it out is a whole other story. She's completely stretched out all the way which is hot but...her screams were less than sexy. And yet for some reason she still finds herself wet at the sound of them.

" Luz…" she says it playfully, like a magic word, like it's the answer to all of her problems. "That was really hot."

They cuddle close, tangling their legs together and Amity wraps her arms around her tightly, burying her head in her neck. "Let's do it every night." She whispers.

"Whenever you want, princess," she laughs.

She does her best to fight back her needy little smile. "I like it when you call me that."

"Because it makes you feel in control of something?" She asks and Amity nods. "How did I guess?" She rolls her eyes, despite her helpless grin.

"That bruise is going to be a nightmare to try and cover up."

"Good. I want people to know who you belong to."

"I'm yours," she delicately kisses her neck. "Always."

"You're so beautiful. Your body..."

"It's yours." She says and as Luz gently touches her everywhere, melting under the quiet affection she says, yours, yours, yours. And eventually she gets back down between her legs, slips effortlessly inside of her and Amity gasps. "Again?"

When Luz doesn't answer, keeps teasing at her clit, she shudders, clutching tightly onto her shoulder. For a moment she lets her keep going, starts rolling her hips against the tormenting strokes that's sort of only happening because Luz can't control herself and Amity is just so tempting, so easy to torture and ignore. "Ah...it hurts. Red light," with a deep, grounding breath she says, "Please...stop." An extremely contradicting little noise comes out of her. "I couldn't possibly come again tonight. It's... really sore."

"I'm sorry," Luz says quietly, slowly slipping her fingers out and she feels Amity twitch in pain as she does. She's so soft and delicate, it makes her want to touch her more. But she doesn't want to hurt her, not there at least.

"No, it's okay. I like it." Another lazy kiss on her neck. "The pain feels good. I love how you hurt me."

She really just wants something to do with her hand. So trailing back up her side, her pale, creamy skin, Amity squeals and gasps under it like she's ticklish or something. She grabs a handful of her small breast and she actually squeaks, shutting her eyes tightly and jerking her hips forward. She's so cute and amazing and tiny, just begging to be held and touched and loved by someone who will.

I'm so terrible, Luz suddenly realizes, taking advantage of her like this. Her coworker. What has she done? She stops gently rubbing her thumb over her nipple and Amity's rolling hips stop with a needy little whine. She pulls Amity closer and they relax a bit. She's calmed down from the slow wind up and she seems more at ease, comfortable like this, up against her fully clothed girlfriend. "Thank you for understanding, baby." She says just above a whisper, brushes her lips sweetly against her collarbone.

Baby? It's endearing but...she doesn't want to be her baby. This is wrong. She's in control. "Don't call me that." She says sternly but Amity only laughs, her smile tickles her neck. They sit like that comfortably, quietly for a while, their bodies pressed together in an affectionate way, so close and calm and perfect. It makes her really tired.

"When will you let me tie you up like that?" She asks.

Luz pauses, the thought jolts her a bit. She never wants this to happen again. But Amity is a sweetie pie and she's really sexy and Luz is so endeared that she says, "One day."

"'Kay," is all she says and cuddles even closer, happy and tired and content. "I came four times," she giggles quietly, like it's a confession, like it was a secret. And, wow. She doesn't know what to say.

It goes quiet again for a while. "What about you?" Amity asks, whispering.

"...What about me?"

"Didn't you come yet?"

"No…"

She brings her hand down to her pants, already trying to slip under her waistband. "Let me help you." She says and Luz initially pushes her hand away. But she tries again, a sweet little kiss on her jaw, "Let me do this."

She's already so tired but turned on even more so. Seeing her like that, being close like this, she feels miserable more than anything, the burning ache between her legs. Now she knows what Amity must have felt like. So she unbuttons herself and allows Amity's hand in, it slips eagerly into her underwear.

She gives her a gentle stroke and already she's lost control over everything. But she was being so sweet about it, so how could she not? She lets out a quiet little moan and Amity responds with an affectionate kiss, starts with tight circles over her more than desperate clit. She starts to move her hips against her hand, she needs this to be amazing if she's going to let Amity get away with more than she intended tonight. "My poor baby," another soft kiss. "You must be so pent up from taking such good care of me."

She can't believe she let herself get like this, with her. She loves the nickname and she loves the talk-down, how condescending it feels but how sincere she's being. Amity's definitely getting a kick out of this too, she also rolls her hips and their limbs turn into a tangled, sweaty mess. Breathing heavy, Amity says, "You always take such good... good care of me."

Ugh. She feels so stupid but— wow this feels great. This is stupid and wrong and weird. This should not be happening. But she can't ever imagine stopping, not doing this with her. It's so bad for them but they're both just wound up idiots and they aren't going to stop. She's so precise and nurturing with her touches that Luz had no idea. She didn't even know. "I could help you everyday, if you let me. I could make you feel so good. It's time I return the favor, isn't it?" She whispers, planting sloppy kisses up her neck. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"Mhm. Don't stop." She whines and rocks her hips faster, against her Amity's beautiful, amazing hand. Why did she never do this before? This is crazy, how great it feels. She'd do anything to feel this everyday, to be in her arms like this. "Don't ever stop."

"I won't," she whispers, keeps on with that same fast paced way that she does, and she gives Luz exactly what she wants. She doesn't tease or pull away or make her wait, like she did to her so often. She almost feels undeserving in a way, like an idiot for getting it so easily without having to beg. She just keeps going and going and going. She lets out a girlish, needy little sound that's so embarrassing and out of character, she feels so humiliated but Amity doesn't say anything. "You must be so...worked up. It's not good to keep yourself built up like this all the time, you know. You should let me help…"

"I love you," Luz says despite herself, even if she shouldn't have—even if she meant it. It's stupid and she's stupid and she shouldn't have let this happen to herself. She's supposed to be on the top, not Amity. She's not supposed to be like this...falling apart underneath her like this.

"I love you too," she says back, earnest and fond. She doesn't even question it. Probably because she doesn't believe her. Now Luz just feels guilty and dirty and terrible. But Amity keeps going and makes her feel good because she loves her, and Luz takes it all because she's so terrible but turned on even more than that.

"You're so perfect," she breathes out, just as she comes to Amity's pretty little hand, black nail polish now sparklingly wet with her stupid arousal.

Amity keeps going, letting her ride it out, her perfect orgasm. She feels terrible because she's such a hypocrite, teasing her for not lasting long and now look at her… "Feels better?"

Luz nods because she doesn't know what she'll say if she tries to speak right now. She just pulls Amity closer. She hopes that's good enough. Face burning with shame and guilt and regret, she presses a warm kiss to her forehead, lets herself be for just a little longer.

"Amity?" She pulls her chin up and they stare at each other for one tense, teasing moment.

"Yes, my love?" She answers warmly.

"Shit." They kiss for a short second, it's passionate and guilty but intensely romantic. "I love you."

Amity pauses, biting her lip, her eyes begging the question. "I love you too."

"Doesn't that... bother you?"

"Not anymore…" her eyes fall, melancholy washing over her. Damn. That's…

"Shit. Do you want me to take you home?" She asks after another kiss.

"No," she hugs her tighter. "I want to stay right here. Can we go to sleep just like this?"

"Anything you want."

Four and a half Months

She feels so empty. She's desperate but usually she can control it, at least she thinks. Luz is right there, just a reach away from her, she could feel her and kiss her and touch her. They were girlfriends by some loose thread, the relationship was still hanging on. It shouldn't be happening, it's wrong and stupid and bad but still they continue. She thinks that's part of the reason they're so attracted to the idea of it, that's what makes them keep coming back to each other. It's dangerous and... they're bored.

Well, Luz is bored. Amity is in love . Openly now, she doesn't try to hide it anymore because Luz knows and still she doesn't care. She just can't help herself. Oh well. Amity has accepted it and...she's fine because in her mind, the pain is worth the kisses and the pleasure and thrill of their nights together. The feeling she gets when they touch. Seeing that smile, hearing her voice, knowing it's hers, kind of. For now.

They're in the car and it's cold outside, but Amity doesn't care. Being so close makes her buzz with nerves even still and it's been almost a year now that she's been suffering, putting up with this. Cars rush past them on the freeway, everyone's got somewhere to be, they're in such a rush and they know exactly where they're going, exactly why they're out. The city bustles with lights and billboards of unimportant things, buildings full of unimportant people. It's getting dark and the sky twinkles a twilight sunset, and Amity thinks, that's how I feel.

But she doesn't know why she's here or where they're going. She doesn't know what she's doing here except that Luz is here and that's her only business, that's the only reason she cares. She only comes along just hoping for a kiss or a touch or anything really. Her girlfriend, she's with her right now. She doesn't know why. She's just here for the ride. She lets her head drop against the headrest, turns to stare adoringly at the girl driving the car. "Girlfriend?" She says, giggling.

"Blight." She says back and it kills Amity inside. But the chase is what she loves, she thinks. She doesn't plan on giving up anytime soon.

"Love you."

Luz turns and gives her this sultry grin that speaks volumes and makes Amity's heart do something complicated in her chest. Even if it's not the real words, it's good enough for her and she thinks, yeah, that's fine.

Five Months

Amity's scooping a little bit of green mush onto her plate when her sister comes up behind her, a concerned hand on her shoulder. "Mittens!" She says the childish nickname fondly, and even if she hates it, it's still endearing to hear. They haven't seen each other in months, apart from screens and on Netflix's latest romcom. Today was the Blight family's gathering and even if Amity wanted no business with these people who only expected the world from her, she has to be here with them as per her mother's request.

And, she wanted to see her siblings, as much as she regretted staying behind and not being who knows where doing who knows what with her girlfriend. "Did something happen?" She asks.

Amity whirls around to greet her older sister but then she sees her staring at her shoulder. Where there had been the last few remnants of a bruise and a hickey. She thought it was barely noticeable. She knew she shouldn't have worn anything other than a turtle neck and long sleeve. She's such a fool. "I'm fine," she forces a small smile. "I tripped the other day and—,"

Emira's eyes widen, now enlightened, for she, ever so smartly has put the two pieces together. " What ?" Amity asks incredulously.

"Nothing," is all she says and she grins. At the dinner table later, she sees her brother Edric staring at her shoulder and she feels just about ready to die of shame.

Later the next day, they're both cuddled together again after another long night. "My whole family knows that we have sex." She says as she tenderly rubs at a fresh bruise on her neck, it's purple and it pulses with a sharp, aching pain. Luz looks alarmed for one split second and then she becomes her usual smug self again.

"Do you… want me to stop?" She grins and it's sizzling hot, it makes her stomach ache. They'd only just finished and already, Amity's all worked up again.

"No," she gasps, incredulous. "Don't ever stop."