Things between Amy and Karma had become far more intense over the past week. Karma made extra efforts to steal a kiss from Amy whenever she could, she would hold the blonde's hand whenever the chance arose, and most importantly, she was with Amy whenever humanly possible. Because Liam had made every effort to avoid Karma at every turn, she didn't even view him as an option anymore. He was the last thing on her mind as Amy was overcrowding every department of it. She was falling, and she was falling hard.
She began to have intense feelings of guilt for all the times she was faking being Amy's girlfriend, not even considering the fact that Amy might have had feelings for her. Her most recurring guilty memory is when Amy was sitting on the blanket while Karma told her about her new song, while Amy threw M&Ms at her and asked for a hint. Karma crawled over to Amy and kissed her, more intensely than she needed to for an instagram picture. I should have known that was crossing the line. She had no idea why I was kissing her, and she reciprocated. Huge red flag. Of course Amy would never hold any of this against Karma, which made her feel even worse.
Then Karma began to wonder if her feelings were Amy were driven from guilt. She wondered if the fear of hurting Amy somehow manipulated itself into a form known as "falling in love". Of course, something like this couldn't possibly happen. Could it? This was the point where Karma decided she was thinking too much, as usual, due to her obsessive personality, and attempted to shut her brain off and just listen to her feelings. Her feelings created a big arrow pointing directly towards Amy at all times. Still, shutting down her mind wasn't as easy as flipping a switch, so she beared the weight of these less than delightful thoughts at all times.
Meanwhile, Amy was having some fear driven thoughts as well. Comes with the territory of being in love, she would tell herself. Ever since Karma's honesty session the morning after the wedding in which she admitted to Amy she was scared she would fall for a guy, Amy's confidence had been taking blows whenever Karma so much as talked to anyone of the male gender - which, to be fair, wasn't very often, as Amy took up the majority of the brunette's time. Still, this inferiority complex Amy had been developing was not healthy to say the least, considering she already had jealousy issues to begin with.
She wasn't confident in the fact that Karma could fall in love with her. This was the thought that plagued her mind more than anything. They could be happy together, but someone would come along and sweep Karma up and make her happier. This drove Amy crazy, regardless of how truthful or not it was. She decided to never tell Karma she loves her, at least not until Karma says it first. There was too much to lose. If Karma didn't reciprocate, she would feel too much pressure and leave.
This relationship, or lack of relationship as neither of the girls discussed what they actually were, was proving to be more stressful than Amy originally thought. She now understood why Karma was so reluctant at first to step off the edge into a romantic relationship with her. Usually, Amy had been the grounded one, anchoring Karma from flying off into the clouds with her crazy ideas and impossible dreams, but the girls had switched roles in this case. Karma was easing her way into this slowly and carefully, while Amy was about to explode from not being able to shout her love for Karma Ashcroft over the rooftops.
These paranoid thoughts from both the girls would have to be put aside, as it was Friday, their favorite night of the week. This was their time to stay up way too late, watch movies, talk about life, philosophize at 2 AM, laugh at everything from being overtired at 3:30 AM, finally pass out from exhaustion at 4:15 AM, and sleep until noon the next day, cuddled up next to each other. They couldn't be happier to be in each other's arms, watching a cheesy romantic comedy that Karma picked out.
The movie finally finished, only for Karma to say, "You know, I really didn't follow that one."
"Yeah, maybe because you weren't paying attention. We were kind of busy making out, remember?" Amy says, eyes slanted, smirk across her face.
"Maybe we should continue that," Karma says with a devious grin as she presses her lips against the blonde's.
Their makeout sessions were increasing in frequency, and Amy wasn't complaining. Kissing Karma was her favorite thing to do. She couldn't imagine ever getting used to kissing her. She felt her stomach heat up every time Karma connected their lips and the only coherent thought in her head was that she wanted more. She decided to take the lead as she flipped Karma over on her back so she could be on top. The kiss heated up as she ran her tongue along the brunette's bottom lip, gaining entrance and entangling hers with Karma's. God, I need more of this girl. She tugged at Karma's shirt, indicating that she wanted it off. She didn't know how fast Karma wanted to move, but this was apparently too fast as she put her hand on her collarbone, gently pushing Amy off.
Amy caught her breath and managed a smile, saying "Sorry Karms. I got a little carried away. I know you want your first time to be special."
Karma's muscles tensed. She had almost forgotten that she hadn't told Amy that this wouldn't be her first time. She had slept with Liam before she learned about Amy's feelings for her. It would be, however, Amy's first time, and she needed to be honest with her about Liam before anything happened. "Yep, you're right. Sorry Amy." Tonight apparently would not be that night. She would tell her eventually. She didn't want to ruin anything yet. She was in too deep to lose Amy.
"It's okay," Amy said compassionately, falling off of Karma and onto her side. She smiled, "I want your first time to be special too."
Karma managed a pained smile. This girl will be the death of me.
Amy got up and decided to put in a new movie. She had taken her jeans off under the covers because they were too uncomfortable, and now she was reaching for a movie on the top shelf in only her underwear.
"How bout this one Karms? I know we've seen it a million times before, but it's one of my favorites." She turned her head when Karma didn't answer. "Karma? What are you looking at?"
"You have a nice butt. I'm enjoying the view," Karma said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well, I-" Amy said, turning her body around to face Karma.
"No! Stay there, can't I just appreciate what a great butt you have?"
Amy gave her a scrunched face and then raised her eyebrow, reluctantly turning back around to put the movie in. "You're gonna have to stop objectifying me if you won't even sleep with me," Amy said sarcastically.
"Yeah, yeah" Karma said, now behind Amy, wrapping her arms around her waist and pressing herself onto the butt she had just been admiring for longer than she would admit. She pressed a kiss on her neck, "I can do whatever I want with you, you're mine."
"Oh, am I?" Amy said, turning herself around to face Karma. She gained a sarcastic tone, "Am I allowed to have any objections to that?"
"You don't though," Karma said smirking, knowing that Amy felt just as strongly for her.
"Yeah, you're right," Amy said, pretending to be defeated. She leaned down and gave her a slow, passionate kiss before saying, eyebrow raised, "Does this mean you're my girlfriend now?"
"Only if I get to touch your butt"