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4
Amy-
It was a Saturday afternoon and Amy was watching Netflix (as she often was) when her phone chimed a text message from Karma. "I miss u" was all it said and Amy quickly typed a response to her former best friend. Truth be told, she had missed Karma these last few weeks as well. Things just weren't the same without the redhead around. They struck up idle conversation and agreed to meet for coffee later on to catch up on things. Reagan was cater-waiting all day, so Amy was excited to see Karma. She had kept tabs on her via Facebook and Twitter, just to make sure Karma was alright. She knew that Karma had gotten back together with Liam recently and she was truly happy for the two of them. Liam had given up his dreams to make sure they were all safe-he deserved to get the girl. Liam and Shane were best friends and since Shane had taken a liking to Reagan, they hung out pretty often and sometimes Liam and Duke were with them. It was nice to feel like people liked her for who she was instead of who she had pretended to be in the beginning, she finally had a few close friends and a life outside of her and Karma.
The two girls met up at a café around the corner from the redhead's house, grabbing their usual sandwiches and taking a seat away from the other patrons. It was good to see Karma again, it felt like it had been years. They talked easily about everything that had happened, both girls apologizing profusely. Tears were shed and wounds were mended and everything finally seemed right in the world. They might not be back to the way they were, but this was definitely a good start. Amy got a text message from Shane about a party at his house the next weekend and told her to bring her hottie DJ girlfriend. Amy laughed and showed Karma the message. She didn't notice the momentary flash of jealousy cross the redhead's face as they made plans to invite their significant others and all meet up at the party. Just as they fell back into an idle conversation about documentaries they had watched recently, Amy's phone went off again, a picture of her and her girlfriend smiling into a kiss flashing on the screen. Karma studied the picture in the few seconds it took for Amy to answer the phone, the image searing into her mind. Someone had clearly taken the picture when neither of them were expecting it, the two of them were smiling as if they were the only people in the world. She forced the thought to the back of her mind as Amy hung up the phone and she forced a smile of her own to avoid any suspicion from the blonde. "Reagan is getting ready to come pick me up. She has a DJ gig tonight, if you want to come. It'd be a great chance for you two to really get to know each other!" Amy beamed as Karma agreed to go with and Amy texted Reagan the details.
Karma-
Why she had agreed to this outing, Karma had no idea. Okay, that was a lie, she did it to please Amy, no matter how much distaste she had for her girlfriend. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all. Amy really liked this girl and Karma and Amy were soul mates, so Reagan couldn't be that bad, could she?
"Hey, shrimp girl! Karma."
Wrong.
Karma feigned a sincere smile and nodded in Reagan's direction. She watched as the two of them embraced, noting how their bodies molded together and the love-struck look on her friend's face. She looked away while they kissed slowly, trying her hardest (and completely failing) not to hear the sweet nothings they were whispering to each other. The two of them finally parted and they all made their way to Reagan's pickup, Karma noticing the many bumper stickers on the tailgate for the first time. Amy slid into the middle seat, the gear shift right between her –Nope. Not going to go there- They three of them were squished together within the confines of the small truck, only adding to Karma's discomfort. Reagan and Amy seemed more than happy with the lack of space, however, what with the way Reagan's hand was stroking the blonde's thigh like it fucking belonged there and Amy pretending she didn't notice the contact whist she was talking to Karma about the gig they were going to. Amy was a horrible actress, though, the dopey grin and glazed look in her eyes a clear reaction to the older girl's touch. Karma tried to wretch her eyes away from the hand in question as it changed gears, mere inches away from Amy's center, hearing her gasp quietly and seeing Reagan smirk and arch an eyebrow at the blonde. She was fucking proud of herself. Karma grit her teeth and ignored the silent exchange opting to make small talk with Amy for the rest of the drive. She breathed a sigh of relief when she got a message from Liam saying he would join them later in the evening, at least then she wouldn't be the third wheel.
Karma-
Karma had wished to whatever god there was that Reagan was going to blow it that night, but apparently no one was listening. There seemed to be no end to the ways the older girl could charm the pants off of everyone she met and Karma fucking hated it. She was thoroughly enjoying the time with Amy, though. The two of them laughed and danced like they had never spent any time apart. Liam joined them a short time later, a welcome distraction from watching Amy and Reagan make doe eyes at each other from across the room. Karma got Amy's attention and nodded her chin in Reagan's direction, indicating Amy should join her girlfriend and they would meet up later. She smiled as Amy beamed back at her, mouthing a silent "Thank you" and crushed the redhead in a hug. Karma continued to smile as she watched her best friend stride up to Reagan and rest her chin on her shoulder. Amy looked really happy right now, so Karma decided to stop worrying and enjoy dancing with her boyfriend.
Amy-
At some point between talking to Karma and walking towards the DJ booth to join Reagan, the latter had apparently removed her signature leather jacket, as she was now donning a grey cut off-midriff shirt and was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Amy felt her mouth go dry as she took in the unexpected display of her girlfriend's abs, watching them flex as she danced behind the decks. The DJ was hot, anyone within 100 meters who wasn't completely blind could see that. Amy saw the other people staring and smiled proudly, they could look all they wanted, because Reagan's attention was completely on her. Reagan took a moment to queue up another song- a club mix of Skin by Rhianna before turning back to Amy and pulling her close by her belt loops. The older girl expertly ground their hips together to the beat of the song, capturing Amy's lips in a smoldering kiss, the blonde's ran her hands across Reagan's lower back, dipping into the back of her ripped denim shorts slightly.
The DJ earned a surprise gasp from Amy a short time later when she spun the blonde around, pulling Amy's back flush against her body and ground against her. Amy responded quickly, leaning her head back against Reagan's neck and placing heated kisses there while grinding her ass into the older girl's pelvis. She moaned quietly as she felt Reagan's hands move from their resting place on her hips underneath her shirt to run up and down her sides and stomach, feeling the muscles there jump in reaction to her touches. Amy brought a hand up to grab Reagan's long hair, forcing her into another heated kiss and relishing in the delicious moan that she earned in return. The two of them almost forgot where they were and that they had accumulated quite the audience when they heard people cheering them on. The two girls laughed and bowed at the onlookers, sharing another quick kiss before Amy left Reagan to the rest of her set and rejoined Karma and Liam.