Amy woke up slowly, not wanting to wake up from the incredibly erotic dream she was having. When she finally opened her eyes, she realized the object of this dream was sleeping right next to her. She smiled sleepily and moved in closer to snuggle. Lucy mumbled something in her sleep and turned around, her back now facing Amy. My turn to be the big spoon. She wrapped her body around Lucy's tucking her arm around Lucy's waist. "Mmmm. Whazzat?" Lucy began stirring from sleep. She rolled around again, and her sleepy brown eyes found twinkling blue ones. Amy gave Lucy a light kiss on the nose, and Lucy smiled. "Morning. Is it morning?" Amy nodded. "Barely though. It's 6 am." "Criminal bosses sleep in." Amy grinned at her, closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.
At about 10:30 Lucy opened her eyes, feeling warm and safe. There was an arm draped over her stomach and a leg thrown over her own legs. Amy was still asleep. She leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. Amy's eyes flew open in surprise, then closed again and kissed Lucy back briefly. "Um. Morning breath." They got out of bed, Amy walking in to Lucy's bathroom. Lucy ran over to Scud's area. He wasn't around, so she ducked into his bathroom. It was a good thing he was a bit obessive compulsive. He had about 20 extra toothbrushes. She grabbed one for Amy and headed back to the other side of the lair.
After freshening up, Amy stretched and yawned. Lucy said, "Coffee?" Amy nodded. "Do you happen to have soy milk?" Lucy crinkled her nose, but nodded. "Tommy, one of my guys, keeps some in my fridge. He's lactose intolerant." Amy raised her eyebrows. "No one ever thinks about the bad guys being lactose intolerant." Lucy laughed. "You don't know the half of it. Chuck has diabetes and Petey is on a low sodium diet. They are trying to convince me to get them health insurance. I keep trying to tell them just because I am their boss, it doesn't mean that I am a company complete with vacation time and health insurance."
They left Lucy's room and ventured out to the kitchen area. They found Scud wearing a "Kiss the Cook" apron, making breakfast sausage, eggs, and toast. "Oh great, guess I'm gonna have to cook up some more. So Luce, how did your date with Kelly go?" Lucy had just taken a sip of her coffee and choked on it. Chuckling, Amy patted her back. Scud gave Amy a curious glance. "She didn't feign food poisoning again, did she?" Amy shook her head. "Wait until she recovers. I'll let her tell this story." Scud turned and look expectantly at Lucy. She recovered and asked him a question. "Scud, where did you find this...girl?" "I created an online profile for you. Why?" Lucy rolled her eyes. "She was a he." Scud's eyes flew wide open. "Wha- oh. Hahahahaha! That's priceless!" "A he dressed in women's clothing." Scud fell to the ground, laughing. "Jus..just...just stop! I can't take anymore!" He scrambled up from the floor. "Sorry, Luce." She threw a kitchen towel at him. "You are not!" He shrugged, and turned to make them breakfast. "No sausage for me!" Amy piped in. Lucy giggled, and Scud turned around to look at her. He grinned. "I could have guessed that. Amy doesn't like the sausage!" She blushed. "Um. That is not what I meant!" They all looked at each other and laughed.
After breakfast, Amy was studying a large globe Lucy had in the Lair. "So what's this Australia thing about? We learned about your attempt to destroy it, but...why?" Amy spun the globe and pointed at the large X over Australia. Lucy made a disgusted noise and rolled her eyes when Amy looked her way. "I've told Scud a thousand times that I don't like their attitude. While that's true, there are a million little things about Australia that annoy the shit out of me." Amy laughed. "You tried to erase a country from the planet because they bug you?" "Yes. The accent kills me, they are far too laid back, and...well..." Amy raised an expectant eyebrow. "It's the only country I've actually been arrested in." "Really?" Lucy grinned. "Yeah. I was 17. I was on vacation. So, to relax of course, I robbed a jewelry store. What's funny is I got away with that, but I got popped for underage drinking and public drunkenness. Which probably wouldn't be enough to make me want to sink a country, but after I was released, I went back to my hotel room only to find out that I'd been robbed of my take. The nerve of those people." Amy giggled. "Still not really enough to sink a country, Luce." "I don't like dingos?" Amy shook her head.
"So, I have an idea about a date for Scud." Lucy's eyes flew up to meet Amy's. "Seriously? I was starting to think I was gonna lose this bet!" "When I was a junior in high school, we were paired up for an art project. My partner was a girl named Peggy. She was...scary. She liked to sketch roadkill. Our project was interesting, to say the least. Anyway, she's moved back to L.A. And I hear she goes by the name Demonira." Lucy lost control and laughed until her stomach hurt. In between breaths, she said, "She sounds perfect! Do you talk to her? I mean is this something we can set up?" Amy tilted her head and thought. "I'm pretty sure my old friend Sam somewhat still talks to her. I think we can make this happen."
"What were you like in high school?" Amy was somewhat surprised by the question. "Oh! I...well, I was..." Amy shrugged. "I was me, then." Lucy furrowed her brows in confusion. "I wasn't always a spy. Sometimes I wonder how I even got to that point." Amy stopped and thought about the sequence of events that led to her becoming a Deb. "One Saturday morning, I went in and took my S.A.T. Twenty minutes after I had finished the test, I was talking to some of my friends at the Dunkin Donuts around the corner, and Sam noticed this man a few feet away, watching us. It was a little creepy. On Monday morning, she told me she could swear she saw him drive by my house when she was waiting to pick me up. So, then this mysterious man shows up at my high school and hands me this letter, which is like 'Congratulations, you've just been accepted into Jameson University.' And I'm like, 'Uh, I didn't apply to Jameson University.' It was just...weird." Lucy nodded. "The government is freaky that way."
"So what does it measure? The secret test in the S.A.T.?" Amy rubbed her neck. "I don't know." Lucy glanced at Amy. "So...you never asked?" "No, it...measures spy stuff." Lucy gave Amy a patronizing look. "What?" "It's just...It's weird that you let this test decide what you're gonna be, you don't even know what it is." "It doesn't decide what I'm gonna be, it's an aptitude test. It...measures aptitude, I guess." Amy was getting slightly agitated. Lucy rolled her eyes. "O-kay..." "You should do what you're good at." Lucy laughed. "No, you should do what you love." Amy flashed a little bit of anger. "I am doing what I love. Or was. Why are you psychoanalyzing me?" Lucy realized she had hit a nerve. "I'm not psychoanalyzing you!" "I mean, just because I'm not some bad ass master criminal doesn't mean that what I do isn't important." Lucy backed off a little bit. "I didn't say it wasn't important." "I mean, do you love a life of crime?" Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. I do." "So you get a kick out of taking money from hardworking, honest people?" Lucy narrowed her eyes and looked into Amy's eyes. "What is your problem?" "I don't think you should be judging me!" Amy was exasperated. "I'm not judging you! I'm not the one that got picked out of a bajillion people to be Miss Super Duper Crime Fighting Goodie Two Shoes" Amy looked away feeling slightly embarrassed. "I've never been perfect at anything," Lucy said. Amy looked down at the floor. Lucy sighed and walked over towards Amy. "Look, I didn't want to be a criminal. I wanted to be a pirate." Amy giggled. "Pirates are criminals." Lucy looked genuinely surprised. And incredibly cute. "Oops." Amy took Lucy's hand and gave it a squeeze. "I wanted to go to art school." Lucy smiled. "Art school?" Amy nodded. "In Barcelona." Lucy smiled. "You should go, you should do it." Amy looked away again. "Maybe." She gave Lucy a half smile. "After I make the world safe from people like you." Lucy looked away and then kissed Amy's hand still interlaced with hers.
Amy heaved a big sigh. "I don't know what the test saw in me. Everybody thinks I am gonna make the perfect spy. Except me. I guess I'm proving them all wrong now." "You quit. It's not the end of the world. If you want to go back, you can. After all, I'm still out there making the world a terrible place." Amy laughed. "You make my world pretty wonderful." Lucy blushed. Amy shook her head. "I can't even imagine how mad Max would be if she knew I was here with you." Lucy looked at her, slightly hurt. "Is that what you're doing with me? Sabotaging your spy career and pissing off Max?" Amy had a witty retort, but looking up at Lucy's face, she changed her mind. "I'm here because I feel more like me when I'm with you, then I do...when I'm with me." Lucy could have grabbed her, kissed her and never let her go at that moment. "Look, let's just...forget we're here. Ok? And-and let's just pretend we're in Barcelona, and you're in art school, and I'm renting sailboats to tourists. Nobody's a superhero, and nobody's a villian. We're just us." She looked at Amy, at that moment really hoping they could do just that. Amy was looking into Lucy's eyes with more than a touch of adoration. She leaned in and gave Lucy the sweetest, most perfect kiss Lucy could remember ever getting.
Amy stood and took Lucy's hand. Lucy looked at her with her head tilted to the side. "Where we going?" The look Amy gave Lucy was all the answer she needed. It was full of passion and intensity. As Lucy looked into those bright eyes she also saw the look that was quickly becoming Lucy's favorite Amy expression. Mischief. Lucy stood and followed Amy back into her bedroom. Amy sat on the bed, pulling Lucy with her, and halfway on top of her. She wrapped her arms around Lucy, who amiably complied, bringing her lips down to meet Amy's, lightly nipping Amy's lower lip. She could feel Amy smiling. Amy reached her hand around, slipping it under Lucy's shirt. Amy had a hand fiddling with the hooks of Lucy's bra. She thought she had it. Instead she..."Ah, I'm so sorry!" "Ow! Did you just snap my bra?" Amy vehemently shook her head. "Yeah, you did! That hasn't happened to me since the sixth grade!" Lucy leaned over and purposely snapped Amy's bra. "Ow! You are so dead!" Amy grabbed Lucy and flipped her over to the other side of her on the bed. The spent the next few minutes wrestling on the bed and laughing. Lucy had gained some control and straddled Amy, who was still struggling under her. "Say it!" Lucy was tickling Amy, attempting to get her to say, "Mercy!" Amy, however, would not. "No!" "Come on!" "No!" Lucy grabbed one of Amy's wrists, then the other. "Do you give?" Amy was laughing. "No!" Lucy was grinning. She effectively pinned Amy to the bed. She smiled, looming over Amy. The mood suddenly quieted, but certainly didn't lose any intensity. Lucy was lost in Amy's eyes, watching a new storm begin to brew in them, while Amy also quieted, intensely aware of the feel of Lucy's body on her. Lucy studied Amy's eyes, half smiled and asked her, "You love me?" While Amy hadn't been expecting it, it seemed like the most natural thing to ask in that moment, and Amy was peering into Lucy's eyes just as intensely. With barely a hesitation, Amy whispered, "Yes." They both smiled with the realization of what had just happened. Lucy felt an immediate need for a kiss, so she came down and took it.