Six Months

Amity moved into her apartment the day before her nineteenth birthday. It took some time but she's finally here, finally free, she has her own place now and she doesn't have to worry about her mother getting in the way anymore. Doesn't have to worry about how loudly she's screaming.

It's a small and rundown complex that's twenty minutes farther from work than she originally was but oh well, she'd just have to get up earlier. She didn't have a lot of stuff, just boxes of clothes and useless junk that she couldn't get rid of from home. Other than that, she has a dresser, a small TV and a mattress without a frame.

It's going to take her a while to get everything unpacked and put away but the first thing she made sure to do was get her bed down because well, Luz was coming and…

She's lost focus again. Goodness, she never stops thinking about her. It's her first night in the apartment and she's trying to cook something to eat by following a simple recipe. But the thing was, she hadn't actually cooked before and she didn't exactly want to burn her apartment down on the first day. She feels so stupid, not being able to make something even remotely edible for herself.

She ends up eating something resembling food that night. She lays down on her mattress, stares up at the ceiling. She's so happy. Her life is finally happening. She's finally a real adult, taking care of herself. In her new apartment. She's got a car and she's turning nineteen in a couple of hours.

She's so successful! She curls up, wrapping herself up in her blanket. Tries to go to sleep but she just can't stop thinking about Luz. No matter how excited and great she felt about moving forward with her life, Luz was still the main thing on her mind.

And, tomorrow was her birthday. Her heart flutters at the thought of what's going to happen tomorrow. Well, she knows. But waiting is the hard part. Not knowing how. She squeezes her legs together, already getting so worked up—she was supposed to be asleep for goodness's sake. Not thinking of her hot girlfriend. The way her hands feel on her body. The way she makes her feel.

She feels sort of lonely, being here by herself. Knowing her mother isn't across the hallway in her room or downstairs making tea or something. She wishes Luz was here right now. The most important person in her life. She loves her so much, her heart aches at the emptiness she feels without her here.

She thinks about turning on the TV but then she'd stumble across Disney Channel and see Luz, which wouldn't help at all. So...the better option clearly is to text her. She reaches for her phone that was on the floor charging, texts her girlfriend. Hey. Are you awake? She starts off simple because she doesn't want to seem too desperate. She is an independent woman after all. Her girlfriend was a compliment, not the missing piece.

Yep about to go to sleep, she replies quickly. Amity sighs with relief, she doesn't know what she'd do if she weren't awake. Cry, probably. U miss me ;)

I do❤️, she grins as the dots jump, Luz typing her reply.

Let's meet tomorrow. I'll give you a happy birthday kiss 🎂

I want more than a happy birthday kiss and you know it.

Ur just horny all the time arent you

You are too.

Fair😇but only for u princess

It's so stupid and cheesy but still, her chest aches at the nickname, princess. She feels so helpless, an empty pit in her stomach at how much she wishes she were here. She wants to feel her close all the time. She could hardly focus on everyday tasks sometimes. She doesn't think Luz gets even half as worked up as Amity does over her.

It hurts a little, but she doesn't care. Come over tonight? She replies, even if she knows it's stupid and hopeless and desperate.

You have to be patient. Control yourself blight

I'm trying. You make it so hard sometimes

Luz sends a wall of kissy emojis and good night. Just, good night. Amity groans, shutting off her phone and hastily drops it on the floor. She makes everything so hard. She makes it hard to think. Tomorrow, she'd give her a piece of her mind about how upset she makes her.

Eventually, she drifts off into a comfortable sleep and doesn't wake up until early morning. She checks the time— it's only nine in the morning. Dammit. She just wants to skip to later. When Luz… no. She has to stay focused.

She gets up, does normal basic hygiene stuff. It's a grueling effort not to reach down and just let herself off the hook while in the shower. She needed to wait. It'd only make later all the more rewarding.

She goes out to distract herself, walks around some stores and just treats herself because—it's her birthday and she deserves it. And Luz doesn't matter. That's later. But still, she can't help checking the clock every twenty minutes.

And, eventually the sun sets and the time rolls around and Amity is beyond excited. Like a nineteen year old who's hooked on her eighteen year old coworker. Who's also kind of her girlfriend. Even if they're both legal and everything's fine, the year gap still means everything to her. She feels almost offended by it, how she gets over someone who's one year younger than her. It's stupid. She's stupid.

Luz shows up at around eight thirty and Amity practically flies to the door and whips it open before she could even knock. She gives her a look and Amity's face reddens, gosh , she's desperate. It's all better with a soft kiss and she stumbles out of the way when Luz pushes past her into the apartment. "Nice place," she says, walking into the kitchen.

Amity quickly locks the door, leaning against it for a moment just to try and catch her breath. "Thanks," she calls back, rushing to catch up with her.

Her heart pounds in her chest, Luz has a bag in her hand. What's in there? Maybe something to hurt her or fuck her with or— "I brought you something," she says, an easy grin on her face when she sees Amity staring. She sets it on the island in the middle of the kitchen and she takes out a flimsy to-go container. Amity's heart sinks a little bit when she opens it to reveal a single chocolate cupcake.

She sits down at the counter as Luz rummages through the drawers and pulls out a fork. Amity sighs, resting her head on her hand and pouting her lip. "I don't like sweets," she says.

"Yes you do," she insists sweetly. "Oh—I almost forgot." She shoves a hand in her pocket and pulls out a single pink candle, she sticks it in the middle of the cupcake, giving Amity a smug look. She grabs the pocket lighter that's conveniently placed on the counter and lights it for her. "Make a wish."

Amity gives her a bored look, the light of the flame dancing on her stupid smug face. Fine. She'd make a wish, entertain her stupid game. She quickly blows it out and Luz claps for her like she's a baby. Then she takes the fork and takes a big piece out of the cupcake. "Have some," she tells her, mouth full.

"I don't like chocolate."

"Yes you do," she insists still, taking some frosting on her finger, smearing it sensuously onto Amity's lips. Her eyes briefly flutter closed, the slow, teasing gesture makes her heart race. She's such a damn tease. Impatient, she takes it into her mouth and sensually sucks the rest off of her finger. It's only a matter of time before she gets the hint, right? They don't lose eye contact as she swirls her tongue around and gently bites down. Luz's mouth slightly drops open and Amity relishes in it. Checkmate.

She pulls her finger out, and leans over the counter. They kiss deeply for a moment before she pulls away and teasingly asks, "What'd you wish for?"

"That you'd cut the bullshit and fuck me already." She whispers, nipping at her bottom lip and it elicits a satisfying moan from Luz. Amity takes a slow, steadying breath and with everything inside of herself, she pulls away from another fervent kiss and stares expectantly at her girlfriend. She saunters around the counter, hands shoved in her pockets with a stubbornly smug look on her face. They stand, bodies pressed flush together and it drives Amity wild. But she stands her ground for a little while longer until Luz reaches up to gently hold her face, leaning in to give her a sweet, chaste kiss.

Amity lets out a desperate little sound, pushing to kiss back against her short, teasing little pecks. She's going mad. They stumble into the living room and ultimately end up against a wall, just how Amity likes it. She doesn't ever take her mind off of the way they're up against each other, so warm and firm and much too overdressed.

They helplessly make out for a while and eventually Luz tries to stick her hand down her pants, already. Geez, she doesn't even try to wait to get to the good stuff. But tonight, Amity wants to. She wants to wait and build up the tension. She wants to be romantic and sweet. That's why she clutches at her hand, stopping her. "Wait." She says quietly. "I...want to show you something."

Luz gives her an inquisitive look, raising her eyebrows. She looks so befuddled, her mind is cloudy with thoughts that are probably less than innocent. Amity takes another deep breath, anxiously biting her lip. She doesn't know what she's going to think of this so she's a bit nervous. Hesitantly, she pulls her shirt off over her head, tossing it to the floor somewhere she'd find later and be revolted by the memories of it. She glances back at Luz who's looking at her with a little smile. "Lingerie?" She asks, incredulous.

Amity nods. "I just thought...I'd try it." Her face burns with intense shame, she can just feel Luz's perverted eyes on her. She laughs, burying her head into Amity's neck. She can feel her smile, the affection in the way she kisses her jaw.

"You did this for me?" She asks quietly, still laughing.

"Yes. You're the only one I'd do it for," she laughs a little bit herself. "You know that."

"I do know that."

She briefly loses focus as Luz kisses her neck. But that's so first base isn't it? She can't believe how crazy neck kissing drives her still even after all this time. Pulling herself away and much to Luz's impatient groan, she tells her, "Wait, there's more," and she quickly steps out of her loose lounge pants. They drop to the floor and underneath is a very short, red skirt. So short that it just barely covers her up, but that's the appeal of it, she thinks. Luz looks her up and down, her jaw drops. She presses their bodies back close together and they kiss feverishly. "Put your hands on me," she demands, breathless.

Luz quickly obeyed, moving to hold Amity's rocking hips. "Don't you like it?" She asks.

"I love it. You're so beautiful," she kisses her, tries to slip a hand down the back of the skirt. "And perfect."

"Only for you," she gasps at the firm hand squeezing her. "I want you to fuck me."

"Is that what you want?" She laughs.

"Mhm," she hums sweetly. "I've been waiting patiently all day."

"You have to keep being patient," Luz tells her sternly. Then she gives her another deep, steadying kiss before she pushes her back just slightly so that she can kneel down in front of her, just level with her crotch. She already knows what's going to happen but still, nothing could have prepared for the dizzying sensation of having her clit be licked, even if it was quick and teasing. She lets out a frenzied yelp, throwing her head back.

"Fuck. That feels so good, babe." She moans desperately. Luz laughs against her thigh, ducking her head under the skirt to quickly slip her tongue over her again. Amity thinks she could come right now if she let it go on for another second. "Wait. Stop, please." She whimpers and pushes Luz's head away. "I can't stand up. I'll fall over."

"Bed. Now." Luz says. So they stumble into the room like two idiots, Luz struggles out of her shoes and jacket, pushes Amity down onto her stupid floor mattress and climbs on top of her all in one frenzied swoop. She straddles her and pulls another thing out of her pocket, The Red Ribbon from before. She teasingly dangles it in Amity's face, brushing it over lips. Desperately, she holds her hands together for Luz to tie her up. It's not like she did a good job with the knot or anything, she's much too distracted to even care really. It comes undone long before they'd hoped.

And then, the next few moments are a blur. This time, her head is between her legs and she gives Amity exactly what she wants, what she needs. She's never felt something so amazing before, it makes her want to cry, her tongue swirling around mercilessly, hitting all of her spots and places she didn't even know she had. It burns with pleasure and it almost completely paralyzes her. She lets out desperate, carnal little screams, whiny mewls, weakly rocks her hips around, a hand tightly clutched in Luz's messy hair. "Ah...I fucking hate you." She squeaks out and Luz laughs.

She opens her eyes to look down at the sight before her, Luz between her spread legs, a hand keeping the skirt from falling in her face as she relentlessly goes down on her. Wow. She thrashes her hips wildly, sucking in a sharp breath. Something about the view from here made her heart race. It was definitely the skirt. The skirt was hot, they'd both collectively agreed and left it on for this occasion.

"Hate you too. It's a good thing we won't have to do this for much longer," she says back affectionately, a gentle, long stroke from her tongue and— what's that supposed to mean? She doesn't have much time to react because then she inserts two pumping fingers as she licks and wow Amity thinks she might die from this intense arousal. She will never have anything as good as this. Never, ever. She's never going to stop. She doesn't care about anything as she pants for air, whines and screams while Luz just completely destroys her self control and everything she stood for in just a single night, a single gesture. Goodness, she's such a puddle for Luz.

She has, quite possibly the greatest orgasm of her entire life right then and she doesn't let it go unnoticed. She makes an embarrassing, carnal little sound and she feels Luz laugh against her but she doesn't care. She licks her a few more times, once going deep just to get all of Amity's sweet, guilty come. It's disgusting to watch but also really, really hot. Amity's in a whole other state of existence as she takes in long, even breaths to steady herself, her eyes closed.

Luz rests her head against her thigh, it's warm and smooth and comforting to Amity as she comes out of her adrenaline high. She looks up at her smugly and Amity weakly smiles back at her. "Is that what you wanted, birthday girl?" She asks, sticking her tongue out and slipping inside of her again. She bucks her hips, whimpering desperately and she clutches her hair again. "Relax," she says quietly, reaching up to untangle Amity's hand out of her hair.

"Please, stop," she says weakly. "Stop, stop,"

"Do you really want me to stop?" She slips three fingers inside this time, she pushes them deep inside, and slowly back out in a teasing, burning sensation. It hurts so good. She licks right above the entrance where her fingers easily slip in and out. It's the best thing she's ever felt, even if it's against her will and that's wrong and it's painfully stretching her out. She loves it, she's never stopping.

"Fuck. Yesyesyes, fuck." She moans deeply, jerking herself against it without abandon and she pushes herself to come for the second time, it's a weak and helpless orgasm. She clenches around her fingers before Luz quickly pulls out, leaving her with nothing but an empty feeling, a tingling sensation burning in her clit. "No more!" She says as Luz starts to lick her again.

"Why not?"

"I just had two orgasms! My vagina feels like it's about to fall off!"

"Aww, I'm sorry baby." She purrs, climbs up between her legs and their bodies press comfortably together. They get into a deep makeout and Amity tries her best to kiss back, even if it's sloppy and weak. This girl is going to be the death of her. She can't control herself, her being so close like this. They slip tongues and Amity can just taste herself which is revolting but extremely sexy. She's already set for round three, even if she's aching and sore and tired, she wants her amazing fingers right back inside. All the time. Fuck. "Best birthday sex?" Luz asks, conceitedly and proud of herself.

"Best birthday sex," she confirms. "Let's go all night long." She gives her a quick bite on the lip, tenderly licks over the bite marks. Luz immediately walks her hand back down between her legs but Amity stops her. Because she's tired. And… It's a good thing we won't have to do this for much longer. "Wait."

"What's wrong?"

"Give me five minutes…" she lets go of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Now she just feels stupid. "Get off of me." She says suddenly and Luz looks at her confusedly. But without a word she rolls off, laying beside her on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling. Amity groans and turns her back to Luz, curls up into a pathetic ball. Her heart is still racing from that incredible orgasm but she feels less than happy about the person who gave it to her. And she can't help but asking..." Wait, so...are we actually together?" She tries to keep her tone even. It's not a big deal.

It takes Luz a while to answer, and when she does, it's just, "...This again?"

And that really doesn't make Amity happy. Big deal. Everything changed so fast. She wants to be in her arms right now, not wishing she'd leave. "Do you actually want to be with me?" she asks and Luz doesn't answer. "...Do you actually love me?"

Still, she doesn't say a word. "Answer me!" Amity yells.

"When did I say that, Blight?" She groans.

"You've said it...so many times. I actually thought…"

"Just don't believe anything I say, ever. Okay? Then you wouldn't be let down so much."

Wow. Amity suddenly feels very uncomfortable. And she's naked! Why does she even bother with her? Why did she ever let it get this far? Why did she think she would change? She blinks, taken aback with shock. "Get out of here."

She hears Luz groan, but she doesn't get up. It goes quiet for a moment and Amity simmers in her regret, hugs herself tighter because she couldn't with Luz. This is her fault, for going on with this and letting it happen. If she'd broken it off a long time ago, this wouldn't be happening and she could have saved herself the headache. She can't control herself, not when Luz makes her feel so good, so helpless.

How is it that a single person could make her feel like the happiest girl in the world, to wanting to die in the span of a few minutes? Only Luz. And it was just going to keep happening. And even if it's stupid and pathetic, she quietly starts to cry again because she always cries and she's an idiot.

Luz puts a gentle hand on Amity's shoulder and she twitches under it, shrugging it off. Then Luz shifts closer, cuddling up behind her. She wraps an arm around her waist, nuzzling her hair softly. "I'm sorry. Is it because of what I said?" She whispers.

She doesn't know. She doesn't know what she's so worked up about. And sure it's what she said but she's said so many things. And she's not supposed to believe any of it? What is she doing? Amity almost wants to laugh at how foolish she realizes she's been, so blinded by whatever it is she loves so much about Luz. She doesn't even know. "I do love you. You know that." Luz says when Amity doesn't answer.

"No. I don't know that. You told me not to believe anything you said!"

"I was just mad. I'm sorry."

"Luz. I don't want to do this anymore. If you don't love me, I'm only wasting my time." She says, a shaky sigh. Like she'd be doing anything else if it weren't for Luz. Like she could ever find anyone else that made her feel the way Luz does. Like she'd even bother.

"I love you." Luz assures her, and even if she knows it's not true, it's still good enough for her because she doesn't want anything but Luz. They always have these little disagreements and they always resolve it, temporarily at least. Even if they're just sweeping it under the rug, at least Amity can move on from it and let Luz take control again. Like she always does. "I'm sorry." She says again, softly kisses the back of her neck and Amity shivers.

"No. I'm sorry. This is my fault. This whole thing is my fault," she laughs a little despite everything, melts under the arm that pulls her closer, her body pressed against Luz's chest in a delightful spoon. She feels like she could just fall asleep now. Everything's okay.

She feels terrible.

But still, she doesn't argue with her tongue or her hand or that grin because it makes her feel good, for a while.

They fall asleep to the Disney Channel, the blue light sets the dark room in a soft glow. They're wrapped under the blanket, Luz's shoulders are bare.

" I'm Luz Noceda, and you're watching Disney Channel!" says her professional A-grade Disney Channel actor voice from the TV, the happy guitar riff in the background. And then it fades into a laugh track, their latest sitcom takes up most of the four AM slots.