Part 5: Amy

Amy wasn't sure where she was. She had an odd sensation, almost like floating. She opened her eyes. The world was blue, a light blue, almost green. As she turned her head to look left, bubbles drifted across her vision. Was she underwater? She glanced up and could see a bright disk shining far above her, what she assumed to be the sun, but it was distorted by a wavy motion, leaving no doubt that Amy was submerged. She looked down. She was wearing her white doctor's coat.

"What the hell is going on?" she wondered aloud, but only a giant bubble left her lips.

Suddenly confusion was replaced by concern as she felt an ache in her lungs. She needed air! She began to swim upwards, but something held her back. She looked down at her feet. They were shackled to a pair of rings embedded in the white, sandy floor. No matter how hard she tried, how hard she pulled and yanked, Amy could not free herself. Concern gave way to blind panic. The doctor was going to drown! All of the unpleasant images from her medical training flashed before her eyes, all of the explanations of how her body would slowly perish without oxygen. By now a sharp burning sensation was filling her breast as she continued her vain struggle.

"Help, help!" Amy's words, confined in bubbles, drifted toward the surface she was so desperate to reach.

Suddenly, she stopped. A figure had appeared, as if from the water around her itself. It was a dark figure, but as it moved closer the little sunlight that filtered down from above illuminated the brown hair and green eyes of Lita.

"Lita? How did you…" Amy's soundless question was cut off by her friend pressing her lips against hers. She was surprised at first, but as those soft lips continued to dance across hers, she found herself drawn into the kiss, and before long she had forgotten that she was in mortal peril. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss with equal, if not more, passion. Suddenly, she realized that, not only was Lita kissing her, but she was breathing into Amy's mouth, and her breath was somehow giving her air. Amy could breath, and the pain in her lungs ceased, as did the pounding headache from her oxygen deprived brain.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the kiss was over. Amy's eyes shot back open, and she was stunned to find that Lita was gone. She looked down at her feet and found that the shackles holding her had vanished as well. With near frantic ferocity, she kicked her legs, propelling herself up toward the blazing sun. The disk of light grew bigger and brighter with every foot she ascended. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes…

The light became blinding. Then, she felt her face break the surface…

"Huuuuuh!" Amy sat up with a loud gasp.

She looked around wildly, not even sure where she was anymore. It took a few seconds for her mind to register that she safe and sound on Mina's pullout coach in her garage turned guest bedroom. However, the she let out another, shorter, gasp when she spotted Lita sitting in a chair next to the bed.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" the brunette asked apologetically.

"No, no…I was having a…a…what time is it?" Amy stammered as she reached for her phone and clicked on the screen. '6:23AM' flashed before her. "Shit, my cab is coming for me at eight!" The doctor threw the blanket off, but was stopped from getting up by Lita placing a hand firmly, but gently, on her shoulder.

"I know, but…let me talk for a minute."

Amy stared at her in bewilderment, but acquiesced and remained seated on the bed, still facing Lita. The celebrity chef took a deep breath and then stayed silent for a good minute. She seemed to be trying to gather her thoughts, or perhaps just trying to decide where to begin.

"I know you slept with Raye." She said at last.

One of Amy's eyebrows rose a little. "Did she tell you?"

"No, actually, Mina did, on the way home from the club. We had a good long talk…" Lita's voice drifted off, and silence descended upon them once more.

Amy, increasingly uncomfortable and not really in the mood for what she felt was coming, stood up and walked toward her suitcase which she began to rifle through, looking for some pants. As she did so, she decided that it was probably for the best that she come clean with Lita about everything.

"Yeah, well, as long as we're on the subject, I fucked Serena last night too." She said. Lita did not reply, but continued to stare at the now empty bed, a hard to read expression on her face. Amy let out a long sigh. "I guess that makes me the summer house whore, then."

"I didn't say that."

"No, but you were thinking it."

"No, Amy, I wasn't." The bluenette felt a hand on her shoulder and froze.

Slowly, she turned to face her friend, her lover, and, right now, most bedeviling thing in her life. Lita's eyes held no anger, no resentment, only regret and that same, tender love they had held for her in the kitchen what seemed likes years ago now, though it had truly only been four days. Lita held eye contact for a few seconds and then let out a low chuckle, shaking her head and looking back down as she did so.

"You always knew what you wanted to be."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, ever since freshman year of high school you'd been saying you wanted to be a doctor. I remember the guidance counselor told us we would probably change majors at least twice, if not more, but not you…you always knew what you wanted to be. I spent half of college studying literature before I even considered taking a culinary class. You had a dream, and you stuck to it. I always admired that, and last night…" Lita broke off, her eyes welling with tears. "…last night I asked you to give up that dream and that…that was selfish of me."

"Lita…"

"No, I was always so preoccupied with what I wanted us to be, I never stopped to think about what you wanted to be, and I'm so sorry for that Ams. I…" Lita choked back a sob as tears began running down her cheeks.

Amy, her heart aching at seeing her beloved in such pain, reached over and embraced her tightly as the latter sobbed into her shoulder.

"Lita, it's ok, I…I never understood what I wanted either. I wanted you, so much, and I…was too busy focusing on my career that I just couldn't see it. I lost sight of what was most important. It's not your fault." Amy whispered, tears beginning to drip from her own ducts.

She pulled Lita's face away from her and stared into those eyes, praying that her own could somehow prove that every word she was speaking was true.

"I ran away from you…from us, because…I was scared of losing what we had. I thought that if I tried to have both you and our friendship, I would ultimately lose both. This last week I've been so confused, but now I've realized that I can't live without you. I love you, Lita. I've loved you all these years, but I love being a doctor too. I can't choose between the two."

"You don't have to." Lita whispered before slamming her lips against Amy's.

It was a desperate, sloppy kiss, as if the two might be torn apart and flung to opposite sides of the galaxy at any moment. As the kiss intensified, Lita's began roaming over Amy's body, barely concealed behind her white sleeping shirt and panties. She moaned into the kiss, pressing Lita tighter against her, refusing to let her go. A rational part of Amy's mind told her that there were still so many unanswered questions: where would they go from here? What about Lita's job? What about her own? Could they even make a long distance relationship work? Such relationships rarely did. That part was slowly fading away, however, as she became more and more lost in the barrage of sensations that were filling her. Lita's lips left her own and started planting small love pecks down her neck, across her chest, and finally her teeth bit down gently on one of Amy's nipples through the thin shirt. Amy gasped and arched her back a bit at the pleasant tingle that traveled from that nipple down further south. Amy shifted a little and in doing so realized for the first time how excited she was. Lita lifted up the hem of the shirt, and its wearer obligingly lifted her arms to allow it a smooth journey off. Amy shivered a bit as her bare breasts met the, surprisingly, cool air.

Mina must have one kick-butt AC.

Her nipples weren't exposed to the cold for very long, though, as Lita bent down and planted kisses on both of the soft mounds before taking each nipple into her mouth and sucking on them in turn. Amy gasped, running her hands through the brown silky hair of her lover before pulling back up for another kiss. As their tongues danced across each other's vast, ballroom-like mouths Amy felt herself being pushed backward until, with a grunt, she bumped into the frame of the pullout bed and fell back onto it. Lita, somehow never removing her own lips from Amy's, climbed on top of her. She could feel her thighs pressing tightly against her sides, and couldn't help but grin into the kiss at the irony of the situation. This poor couch had already endured a session under Mina and Raye, and now it seemed that she and Lita were about to have their way on it as well. Lita noticed the grin, and pulled back with a curious look.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class?" she asked.

Amy laughed at the sarcasm.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about Mina's poor guest coach. It's seen all kinds of action this summer."

"Really, did you and Serena have sex on it?"

"No, we did it in her room, but Mina and Raye borrowed it my first morning when I walked in on them in the kitchen."

"So? That's only two people."

"Four if you include you and me."

"Oh, we're not going to have sex."

"Wait, what?!"

Lita grinned wickedly. "Sorry sweetheart, I'm not that easy. You're gonna have to earn back those privileges."

Amy sighed with frustration. She was so incredibly horny right now, and Lita knew it. This was pay back. Seeing the disappointment in Amy's face, Lita laughed.

"Don't worry." She assured her, "You can start right now if you like."

"How?"

Lita leaned forward in her chair a little and bit her bottom lip. "You could entertain me with a little show." She suggested breathily.

After a minute, Amy caught on to what she was implying and smiled. "As you wish." Slowly, teasingly, she slid her panties down her slender legs, over her impeccable feet, and tossed them aside carelessly leaving herself naked under Lita spotlight vision as the brunette took in every inch of skin. Her eyes held a certain reverence, as if she were looking over a priceless work of art. Those eyes were now fixed firmly on Amy's hands, which were running over her smooth, flawless skin, pinching and massaging her nipples, each sensation drawing fresh gasps and groans from the bluenette. Amy had masturbated many times before, ever since middle school when she had discovered the pleasure of making love to one's self. She had a routine, and now, with the woman she loved to bear witness, she followed that routine like a road make, tracing familiar paths across her breasts, neck, and abdomen with her fingers. She massaged her breasts, closing her eyes and moaning as she imagined that it was Lita's palms, and not her own, that were rubbing them, and Lita's fingers that were pinching her nipples. Lita continued to watch intently as she shifted a little in the chair, spreading her legs a little. After a few more minutes of foreplay, Amy decided to start moving things forward, and one of her hands snaked down across her alabaster stomach and abdomen down between her legs and…

"Oh Lita…" Amy moaned as she began to 'tickle the clam' as it were. She could have sworn she heard a small moan from Lita.

Just as she had a pattern for her upper body, so too did she have on for her lower. She started with the outer parts, rubbing them firmly, but gently, while taking care to avoid that curious little nub known as the clitoris, preferring to save it for the crescendo. Her eyes were closed again as she rubbed away, always making sure to keep her legs spread wide enough to give her companion a front seat view. Then, she slid a single finger in.

"Oh, god, yes."

She began pumping it in and out, slowly at first, but picking up speed with every second as her hips bucked and her back arched. Unlike any lover, Amy knew just where her spot was, and she gave it all the attention it deserved.

"Oh, yes, oh Lita…"

"Amy, look at me." Lita's voice sounded far away, as if drifting through fog, but Amy heard and obeyed. Her blue irises were exposed to the light once more and she looked over at the brunette. Amy gasped again, not so much because of her ministrations, but because Lita had completely removed her pajamas and was rubbing herself as well, all while keeping steady eye contact through heavy, half closed lids.

"Lita?"

"Amy."

The brunette got up out of the chair and lay down, Amy moving a little so that she would have room. They stared into one another's eyes, both still touching themselves as they did so. Amy could see the love that Lita had for her, it was like the love she had seen in Mina's eyes the other day, but at the same time it was different. More fixed, more concentrated, more…whole. She truly, deeply loved Amy, and Amy loved her back.

"Will you think of me when you're doing this…when we're apart?" Lita whispered.

"Of course."

"Will you moan my name?"

"No one else's."

"I love you, Amy."

"I love you too."

Amy could feel herself getting close. Normally it took longer than this, but the way that Lita was looking at her and the things that she was saying to her…they were just getting her even hotter.

"Lita, I'm going to…"

"Do it." Lita leaned into Amy's ear and licked it.

"Come for me."

"UUUUUUHHHHH!"

They lay entangled in once another. The sheets were a mess, their hair was a mess, but neither of them cared. Amy laid a soft kiss on Lita's forehead, earning her a small smile.

"So, will you come visit more often now?" she asked.

"When I can." Amy confirmed with a nod.

Lita gave a mock pout. "I know; you'll be busy saving the world."

"I'll come when I can, I promise. Will you come and visit me?"

"Every commercial break."

Amy laughed.

"The plane ticket's might start to get a little expensive."

"Hey, I'm a celebrity, I can afford it."

The subject of planes suddenly reminded Amy that she had her own to catch, and she reached over to check the time on her phone.

"My cab's gonna be here soon, I need to get ready."

"One more kiss?"

Amy smiled and leaned in, her lips melding with Lita's for the hundredth time in the past hour. This one was different though, less lust and more promise, a promise of eternity.

"I'll miss you." Amy whispered when they had at last separated.

"No you won't, you'll soon find distractions." Lita teased.

Amy grinned. "You're all the distraction I need, and a perfect one at that."

"Just think of me whenever you're cooking a kickass meal for yourself. I expect to see you better fed when next we meet."

"Yes ma'am."

Lita laughed.

Fifteen minutes or so later, Amy was all packed up and headed out the front door, followed by all four of her friends, who had woken up early to say a last goodbye. The cab was already waiting. The girls lined up to say their farewells. Raye was first.

"Take care of yourself, doc, don't be a stranger this time. It was really nice seeing you again." The redhead said as she hugged her old friend tightly. "You'll have to come down and see the shrine again sometime. I finally convinced them to do some remodeling."

"I will, it was so nice catching up with you, Raye."

"Mmmm, I'll bet." Raye replied, wiggling her eyebrows.

Amy laughed and gave her a playful punch on the arm. "Raaaye." She chastised her.

Serena was next. She smiled broadly and gave Amy a big, tight bear hug that nearly crushed all of the air out of her lungs.

"It was soooo nice to see you again, Amy. You need to visit us again soon."

"I will, I promise."

Serena's face suddenly turned serious, and she blushed a little.

"And, uhhh, about last night…"

"Hey, what happens at the summer house, stays at the summer house." Amy assured her.

Serena looked supremely relieved and gave her another hug. "Have safe trip back."

Then came Mina. This time Amy was the one to initiate the hug, which Mina reciprocated gladly.

"Thank you, Mina…for everything."

"My pleasure, do come back soon, I think we've all missed you a lot." Mina observed with a smile. She gave Amy's hand a gentle squeeze and whispered: "Now, go share your love with the ones who need it most."

And finally, Lita. Amy took her petite, wonderful, skilled hands in her own and held them along with Lita's gaze for a good minute. This elicited a small giggle from Serena, and a smile of approval from Mina.

"I hope not everything that happened at the summer house stays at the summer house." Lita said with a grin.

"No, I think there's one thing I would love to take home with me."

"Someday, maybe."

"You'll come visit?"

"Of course, I have something for you by the way." Lita reached into her pocket and pulled out the necklace she had bought for Amy that day at the mall.

Amy gasped. "I thought I'd lost it."

"No, I've had it the whole time."

"Yeah, I guess you have." Amy took it and hung it around her neck, where it had always belonged.

"I'll see you soon."

"I know."

They spoke in a tone not unlike that of a child hoping to find that present they had always wanted as they descended the stairs from their bedroom on a Christmas morning, or a hopeful wish maker tossing his or her coin into a well. Amy hugged her nearest and dearest friend, and now girlfriend once more, and the pair shared a quick kiss that earned another giggle from Serena. Then, they parted ways, just as they had all those years ago when the world was spread out before them with its infinite possibilities, and endless journeys. Amy got into the back seat of the cab.

"Do you mind if I listen to the radio, miss?" asked the driver.

"Not at all."

The man turned up the volume and, by a strange coincidence, that Adele song was playing. Amy stared into the rear view mirror as her friends stood together, waving her goodbye. Amy smiled as she listened to the music and watched them receded away into the horizon.

It was just like a movie, it was just like a song, my god this reminds me of when we were young.

Hours later, Amy was gone, replaced by the professional woman dressed in green scrubs and washing her hands, preparing to go into surgery and save the life, if she could, of a man whose heart had been punctured by a piece of broken glass after his house had collapsed in the quake.

"Dr. Anderson, the patient is ready."

"Alright, thank you." After having an assistant put on her gloves, Amy prepared to enter, but was stopped by one of the nurses.

"Doctor, you seem to have forgotten to take off some jewelry."

"Huh?" Amy glanced down and saw that she had, indeed, forgotten to remove her new necklace.

"Oh, crap, could you get that for me?"

"Of course." The nurse reached up and removed it, and for a brief moment Amy felt a pang in her heart, as if some part of her had been torn away.

It's alright, she's always with you.

She was. Amy knew that, while she was in that operating room, her passion would transpose onto her patient, as though it were Lita herself who was on that table. Amy loved her, and she loved her job, and she would use that love for both, because her love was free flowing.

Like the ocean… Amy thought as she headed into the OR after taking one last glance at the symbol at the end of the necklace.

…Like mercury.

The End