The next few weeks after the wedding, things were fairly normal between the girls. The entire school still thought they were together, so they kept up the PDA at school where people could see them, but to Amy's distress, they left it there too. Amy respected Karma needing time to discover if she truly had feelings for the other girl, so she didn't bring up anything from the wedding night. Karma had been staying away from Liam, and vise versa, and that was a victory for Amy.
Although Amy had always been sweet to Karma, lately she had been stepping up her game in subtle ways. She started making Karma lunch twice a week with all her favorite foods, she began bringing Karma coffee every morning from her daily Starbucks run, and perhaps the most thoughtful and impressive gesture, she convinced a local radio station to play one of Karma's more well-produced songs. Of course, Amy had always been thoughtful, so Karma knew this wasn't some scheme to win her over, rather a way of saying, "I care about you and I'm determined to show it".
Karma had always felt a strong emotional bond to Amy, enough to smile whenever she knows she's going to see her, or get butterflies when she walks into a room, but lately, this bond had felt stronger than ever. She would find ways to be with Amy whenever she could at school, including skipping a few of her less important classes every now and then and getting Amy out of her class halfway through, saying the principal needed her. Of course, the teachers were wise to this by now, but everyone was still so awed by Hester's first lesbian couple that they could get away with murder.
They would go to the roof and talk about their day. Nothing too deep, just catching up on the daily gossip or talking about unfair assignments. Karma was terrified of heights, but Amy made her feel safe in any situation, so being on the roof wasn't too unbearable. On this particular day, Amy had been rambling on and on about an assignment she was excited to do in her film class. She was supposed to pick her favorite documentary and edit it down to the most moving parts. Karma wasn't sure about the details, but it wasn't Amy's words that interested her in this conversation. It was the passion with which Amy was talking, the way she moved her hands, the way her eyes lit up, the way she wanted to kiss her now more than anything. The bell had just rung, and the girls stood up collecting their things while Amy finished her story.
"So clearly, I picked the one we watched the other night about child slavery in Bangladesh, because it had… Karma, why are you looking at me like that?"
She cupped her hand around Amy's face and slowly brought her face closer, not breaking eye contact for a second. She looked down at her lips as they brushed, feeling her breath on her own. She kissed her gently and passionately, moving her mouth slowly over Amy's bottom lip. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, and she pulled away, pressing her forehead against Amy's.
"Woah," Karma said, shaking her head lightly and smiling.
Amy let out a laugh in disbelief and grabbed Karma's hand, entangling her fingers with her own. "I know."
Their lips crashed together once more for a more heated kiss. Amy swore she had never had a more intense experience than kissing Karma. She could feel every inch of her body light up as she pulled her hips to bring her closer. She and Karma had kissed before, but never in private for their own enjoyment. She could kiss Karma forever. Their makeout session was soon enough interrupted by the second bell, indicating they were both late for class.
"Fuck," Amy whispers against Karma's lips as she pulls away. "Just when things were getting good."
Karma laughs and pecks Amy on the lips before making her way to the door.
"Hey, Karma, wait! One thing."
"Yeah?"
"Am I still a good kisser?" Amy asks, a giant smirk creeping across her face.
"I'm not gonna lie to you, Amy. That was pretty hot," The brunette says flirtatiously as she smiles and makes her way downstairs to the class she was now very late to. Amy trails behind her, still drunk off her scent, left with only one thing on her mind. Holy fuck am I in love.
This was one of my first fics that I wrote for Faking It. I'm not sure if it's any good, but please let me know if you guys want me to upload the rest of the chapters!