Disclaimer: I don't own Faking It or any of its characters and yada yada whatever you're supposed to say here. You get the point.
A/N: This may be a little AU. Amy has a g!p so if you're not into that I suggest you don't read this.
Wow you guys caught on quickly to the signs in the last chapter. I did decide earlier that I would modify my original plans for this story to satisfy many of your wishes. However, please be patient with me. This story will probably go on for another 10 chapters or so depending on how the events coming plan out (I'm not about that slow burn stuff).
Since I myself have trouble grasping onto some form of happiness, I hope this chapter makes your day just a little bit better.
On a lighter note, I think this is the longest chapter for this story so far!
Anyways, enjoy.
Love Like Fools
Chapter 8
*Amy POV*
I lose count of the number of times I've readjusted my tie as my irritation gets the best of me.
Stomping my foot, I look at Karma through the mirror as she applies her makeup.
"I feel stupid," I say tugging on the neck tie.
Karma manages to roll her eyes while applying mascara, "no one is forcing you to wear it Amy."
Oh ya. Quickly unfastening it, I pull it over my head and onto the bed.
The motion moves my hair in several different directions. Walking up to the mirror next to her, I tame the strands of blonde as best as I can.
I notice Karma's grin from the corner of my eye.
I huff out a breath, "stop being mean to me on my birthday."
Karma only laughs before turning towards me to rearrange my hair.
My eyes follow her fingers sliding down to the collar of my shirt.
"Well today isn't your real birthday now is it?" Karma jokes.
I roll my eyes, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her head comes to rest on my shoulder.
We stand in the same spot hugging for a couple of minutes until the sound of Shane's voice echoing throughout the house reaches my room.
*Charlotte POV*
"Need any help with that?"
The sudden voice scares me enough to make me hit my head on the fridge door. Placing the last beer on the shelf, I rub the pain at the side of my head. I don't even need to turn around to know who it was.
"Jesus Christ Liam, don't do that. No I'm fine. I just finished the last of them."
Nodding his head, Liam stands awkwardly with his fists buried into the front pockets of his jeans.
"So… You and Amy? " I groan internally at his attempt at a conversation.
Leaning back against the fridge, I stare back at him. "What about it?"
He lifts his hands in surrender, "I don't know. I just don't recall you being the dating type?"
Scowling, I cross my arms over my chest. "Maybe I just didn't want to date you Liam, ever think of that?"
After the words left my mouth, Liam's eyes drop to the ground and shifts his stance..
I feel a little sorry for the harshness behind my words but his ego would burst if it got any bigger.
The sound of a door closing breaks the silence.
"I'm just saying you're a lot more care free then you used to be. You look happy. And I'm sure Amy has a great deal to do with that."
Liam runs his hand through his hair before disappearing from the kitchen and I'm left standing alone.
I laugh at the site before me, Amy's attempt at beating Shane at beer pong are so disastrous it's entertaining.
I nudge Karma's arm with my own, "I'm guessing Amy was never the pitcher on the baseball team."
Our shared laughter grabs Amy's attention, her eyes shifting between the two of us.
Her eyes settle on mine and offers me a cheeky smile before turning her attention back to the table.
My stomach churns and I'm not sure why. Amy and Karma have been best friends for years but Karma's claims of being straight have me second guessing.
*Amy POV*
I walk the last couple of exhausting steps to my bed, flopping onto my back.
After hearing her giggle, Charlotte lays on top of me. Closing my eyes, I wrap my arms around her back. "I'm exhausted."
"That's a shame. I still haven't given you my present." Peeking out of one eye, I see her smirking down at me.
I gulp at the sight before me, Charlotte barely covered in a black lace lingerie set.
My eyes rake down her form, her breasts strain against the tight material of the bra giving them a firm shape. The band around her hips look looser and I wonder how easy it'll be to slide them down her legs.
I scramble back on to the bed as Charlotte stalks towards me.
"Happy birthday Amy," Charlotte whispers before crawling on to my lap.
The zipper of my jeans digs into the side of my rapidly growing hard on, causing me to squirm underneath Charlotte's rocking hips. The warmth radiating from her seeps through the denim of my jeans, making me rut my crotch in to her.
On a particular forceful thrust, Charlotte's back curves and her chest is right in front of my mouth. Burying my face in between the soft flesh, I roll us over.
The position makes the room feel ten times hotter. I sit up quickly to unbutton my top. Swift hands come around me to unhook my bra.
Once it's off, Charlotte finger tugs on the buckle of my belt. My shaking hands nearly rip it off and shove my jeans down. I grunt when my length is free, no pressure restraining it anymore.
Laying on top of Charlotte, I hitch her leg atop of my hip. The hot breath in my ear makes me shudder, my hips involuntarily thrust over the lacy fabric. I quickly move the damp fabric aside and thrust in to her, not having the patience to pull away to remove them. With my length buried in her to the hilt, dampness covers my balls and I groan at the thought of Charlotte's arousal nearly dripping on to me.
Feeling her insides pulsing around me forces me to clench my thighs to give her time to adjust before starting.
With her hand behind my neck pulling our lips together, Charlotte finally relaxes.
I pull back halfway only to slam back into her so our hips collide. The force makes me hit that soft part inside of her, making her jaw drop to let out a moan that echoes throughout the room.
Canting my hips at the same angle, I repeatedly thrust into her. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, bringing me into the crook of her neck. I bite down on the flesh there, feeling the beginning of my orgasm when heat rushes up my length.
"I-I'm gonna cum."
Charlotte's knees tighten around my hips before rolling her hips forcefully.
I shudder at the hot breath in my ear. "Al-almost there."
Doubling my efforts, I nearly thrust into her with enough force that has her head bumping the wall each time.
Kneading her breast with one hand, my other trails between us to rub at her burning flesh. The action has her insides immediately squeezing me and gushing around me.
Exhaling, I stop my thrusts to bury myself in her to release. Resting my body completely on hers, I bring our middles together by wrapping my arms around her.
Charlotte's breathing evens out in my ear and the thudding of her heartbeat against my chest slows down.
Turning my head to face hers, Charlotte's lips mold against mine. When her tongue rubs the roof of my mouth, I instinctively bite down on her bottom lip.
The tingling spreads through me like wild fire and my cock rapidly hardens within her. The immediate clenching around me makes me groan but I'm suddenly no longer buried in her because Charlotte's moved so she's faced down on the bed.
I gulp at the sight, my throbbing length nestled between her cheeks, the smooth contours of her back. Turning her head sideways to meet my eyes Charlotte bites her lip in that incredibly sexy way that makes me rut against her.
Charlotte's suggestion is innocent and provocative, "I thought you'd want to try..."
I can't deny the desire to do what she's implying but only if she wants to. "Are you sure?"
Nodding once, her hips back onto mine and I can't hold in the groan that rumbles deep from my chest.
Dragging my tip downwards, I bite my tongue at the sight of her puckered entrance. Inching forward, my eyes screw shut as soon as my head is in. Charlotte shifts forward on reflex and I'm tugged forward with her at the tight fit.
Her high pitched moan makes me want to shove the rest of my length in her but the uncontrollable convulsions around me is probably her adjusting.
I gather all my strength to stay still until she adjusts.
"You can move now," Charlotte nearly whispers against the sheets.
Placing a hand along her spine and the other on her hip, I'm hypnotized at the sight of my length slowly inching deeper into her.
The constant fluttering of her passage to accommodate me makes my eyes screw shut.
When my hips are flush against her ass, Charlotte twists her hips.
"God Charlotte," I groan at the feeling.
The trembling of my thighs force me to place my grip on the curve of her hips. Angling my hips so half my length is still in her, I snap forward to bury myself back inside.
The fluid motion rocks us both forward and my balls are nestled against her. My jaw clenches at the incredibly tight fit.
Charlotte's hands shoot up to fist handfuls of the bed sheet.
Repeating the motion, Charlotte's opening relaxes around me and makes my thrusting smoother.
Charlotte whines at the depths of my thrusting. "Faster baby," she whines before widening the positioning of her knees.
I nearly explode at the rasp in her voice. I ram into her with a speed that has my sac slapping her mound, collecting the wetness there.
Spreading her cheeks around me, I watch myself move in and out of her. She immediately clenches around me, trapping me inside.
Charlotte's head shoots up as her back curves, "AMY!"
Warmth gushes onto my sac and I can no longer hold it in. With my length buried in to the hilt, I release into her back passage.
So…
I figured it's been a while since I've written smut.