On the car ride back to the Evil Lair, Amy leaned her head back onto the headrest, turned her head towards Lucy, and grinned. "So, I get to go back to your place...this is sooo much better than being treated to a feigned food poisoning show." "I guess you are one of the lucky hundreds." Amy picked her head up and stared at Lucy. "Did you say hundreds? That's...I mean...um...wow." She blushed and looked down at her hands in her lap. Lucy shook with silent laughter. "Oh yeah. I'm quite the womanizer. Really. Sometimes it's disgusting." Lucy glanced again at Amy and decided to take pity on her. "It's not true, you know. I've got a reputation to uphold. My public persona is a bit of a slut. But that couldn't be further from the truth. Why do you think Scud and I have this bet going?" Lucy laughed. "The real truth is that I could probably have anyone I wanted, woman or man. Power tends to open those doors for you. I'm just not really into meaningless relationships. They leave me feeling...empty." Amy turned up the corners of her mouth, and Lucy furrowed her brows. Amy looked like she was holding back laughter. "What?" "You know what this means, right?" Lucy raised her brows slightly and looked at Amy questioningly. She shook her head, still confused as to what was so funny. "My thesis was right!" Amy began giggling. Lucy rolled her eyes.
Max put down her cellphone. She had just calmed her ego down enough and worked up the nerve to call Amy. She didn't pick up, so Max had steeled herself again and left a message. That might have been the hardest thing I've ever done. She sighed. Apologizing was never one of her strong suits. She walked up to Amy's room and looked around. Blue plaid curtains, blue walls, a few Deb trophies on shelves on the wall. Looking at the room, Max was struck by one fact. It didn't have an ounce of Amy. Without Amy in it, it could be anyone's room. You walked into Janet's room, you knew it was Janet's room. Dominique's room always smelled like sex. Max knew her own room was littered with dirty gun rags, gun oil, and firearm magazines. Max's forehead crinkled and she pondered, looking around once again. Amy is an artist. Why doesn't her room say that? There wasn't a single painting, sketch, or sculpture. Max sighed. The pieces all seemed to be there, but Amy was the one who usually put them together. She was good at what she did. She did well in all of her classes, she was on the top squad. She was the Perfect Score. What more could she want or need?
Scud was scouring the internet and checking his email every two minutes. He was still trying to find Lucy's third date. Earlier in the afternoon he actually went to a lesbian bar and tried to find a woman willing to speak to him. Somehow, all he managed to accomplish was getting himself a date with some woman's gay roommate. Scud sighed. He was glad he had given Thompson's name and phone number. That smug foosball jerk needed to be knocked down a peg anyway. He wasn't having much luck. At the same time, he was almost happy. He was guessing that Lucy was having at least as hard of a time finding him dates. She'd only gotten him one so far, and wow, that was an awful date. Maybe this was his bet to win. He tabled his search, and instead decided to think of what awful deed he could have Lucy do when she loses this bet.
Amy was laying on Lucy's bed, still dressed in her leather pants and tank top. Lucy was sitting in a big leather armchair. "I really need to find Scud another date. Know any single girls?" Amy laughed. "You want him to date some Debs?" Lucy rolled her eyes. "Point taken. Although, I could be nice and set him up on a date with Janet." Amy gave Lucy a look of disbelief. "He did just send you on a date with a cross dressing man. The last thing I would be is nice." Lucy's eyebrows flew up. "Maybe I'll let you find his next date." A look of pure and total evil crossed Amy's face. Lucy grinned. "Mischief looks good on you." Amy smiled and patted the bed next to her. Lucy's eyes darkened a few shades. She kicked her shoes off and jumped up out of the chair. She walked over and flopped on her bed next to Amy. "Well, you got me, now what are you gonna do with me?" She looked up into Amy's eyes. The Perfect Score had a Perfect Storm brewing behind those blue eyes. Lucy caught a bit on indecision there as well. She decided she would tread lightly and follow Amy's lead.
Amy rolled onto her side, facing Lucy, who was lying on her back. She was running her fingertips up and down Lucy's arm. "I wanted to thank you for everything today." "Thank me? Heh, I took you on a date...that I had with someone else." Amy giggled. "It certainly took my mind off of everything. But I really mean thank you for being there. For coming to pick me up. I really didn't have anywhere else to go." Lucy reached up, stroked Amy's cheek and tucked some stray hair behind her ear. "It was my pleasure. I'm glad you called. And I'm really happy you're here. Can I ask you a question though?" Amy nodded, now tracing circles into Lucy palm with her finger. It was enough to make it hard for Lucy to concentrate. "If you had had someplace else to go..." Amy once again silenced Lucy with a finger to her lips. "I would have called you first." Lucy kissed Amy's finger, and Amy slipped her hand up into Lucy's hair. Lucy pulled Amy toward her and Amy moved her leg so it came to a rest comfortably between Lucy's, the front of her body nestled perfectly against Lucy's side. Their lips met in an eyes closed, slow, soft, sweet kiss. Amy turned her head and shifted her body, deepening the kiss as she was now half lying on Lucy, hands on either side of Lucy's shoulders. Lucy slid her hands up Amy's sides, earning a half moan, half giggle from Amy. Ticklish. I'll have to file that away for future reference. She moved her hands around to Amy's back and under the hem of the tank top feeling the warm soft skin underneath. She pulled Amy closer to her, and slightly bent her leg, thigh coming into contact with Amy in a spot that evoked a somewhat loud moan from her. A moan which made Lucy's head swim when she heard it. A moan that made Lucy realize she needed to slow this down a bit. She lowered her leg back to the bed and pulled out of the kiss, completely breathless. She raised herself up on one elbow, and in one quick move she had reversed their positions.
Lucy looked down into Amy's flushed face. The intensity in her eyes was almost literally driving Lucy crazy. Lucy had been telling herself that she needed to slow this down for Amy, but she was starting to believe she needed to slow this down for herself. She didn't think she was ready yet and she needed to be sure. Somehow, Amy saw some of this in Lucy's face. She gave Lucy a kiss on her nose. "Do you have something I can wear to bed?" The look on Lucy's face was a cross between shock and adoration. "Y-Yeah. Yes I do, I'll just go grab some things. One sec." She got up off of the bed and headed for her dresser. She grabbed 2 pairs of silk boxers, an A-shirt, and a cotton v-neck. She smiled and tossed Amy's on the bed. She turned around and pulled her top off, slipping her A-shirt over her head. Amy smiled and flushed again, but admired Lucy's toned and smooth back. Lucy then unfastened and pulled her pants off, and slipped her boxers on.
Amy stood up and also turned around, pulling the tank top over her head and pulling the v-neck on. Lucy had missed Amy putting the t-shirt on, but she finished changing just as Amy unbuttoned the leather pants. She began pulling the pants off, then realized the major issue with wearing leather pants. They look great, but they are a bitch to get off. She turned to look at Lucy in a bit of a panic. She laughed nervously. "Um, Luce? I'm having some trouble." Now it was Lucy's turn to panic. She swallowed hard. Then she grinned like a cheshire cat. "Need me to help you get out of your pants? I'm your woman! Lie down on the bed." Amy sat on the bed, and laid back. She felt Lucy's hands slip under her v-neck, and she could tell Lucy was enjoying herself. She slid her hands across Amy's smooth, tight stomach and she felt Amy's muscles contract under her hands. Then Lucy did something neither of them expected. As her hands moved to unbutton and unzip Amy's pants, she leaned forward and kissed right above the waistband of the leather pants, from one hip to the other. Amy started moaning about two kisses into the impromptu journey, and had plunged her hands into Lucy's hair right before the point Lucy made it to her bellybutton. Then in one swift motion, Lucy was able to hook her thumbs into two beltloops and free Amy from the pants. Which left a very worked up and half naked Amy burning holes through Lucy, with a kid got caught with a hand in the cookie jar look on her face. "Um. All better!" Lucy handed the boxers to Amy, a deep blush creeping it's way up her neck. She walked around to the other side of the bed and settled in under the covers. Amy had to take a minute to compose herself again. She turned my brain to mush. She too settled into the bed. "Are you gonna come over here and snuggle with me or am I coming over there?" Lucy pondered this for a moment, then turned to her left and grabbed Amy around the waist pulling her close. "I get to be the big spoon!"