As The World Keeps Turning

Chapter 5

Amy's POV

Before I know it, Reagan is sprawled across my bed with her head in my lap, with me stroking her hair absentmindedly while thinking of a way to bring up what she said to me in the tent the other day.

"Reagan?"

"Yeah Shrimps?" She smirks at her use of the nick name she gave me.

"About the other day... Did you really mean what you said to me?" I ask slowly.

"Of course I did. Why would I say something like that if I didn't mean it?" She sits up on the bed quickly and whips her head around at me. "Did you not mean it when you said you loved me back...?" Her breath catches in her throat.

"No... I mean, yes I did. I've just been thinking..."

"Thinking about what?" She snaps.

"No one has ever said anything like that to me before," I reply nervously, "it's just really new for me and I didn't know if we were maybe moving too fast or something..." I glance down at my hand that is nervously playing with one of the blankets on the bed.

Her eyes soften a bit as they meet mine. "Amy, love doesn't exactly have a schedule. I can honestly say that j care for you more than I've ever really cared for anyone, and even such a short time it took me by surprise." She holds my face between her smooth palms and leans her forehead against mine. "I'm absolutely head over heels for you baby. But if you feel like we're moving too fast, I will slow it down. I'd do anything for you."

I feel butterflies in my stomach and sweat begin to form on my palms. In this moment, all I can think about is Reagan. The sight of her, the smell of her, just the presence of her is taking over all of my senses. But in the next moment, an image of Karma with hurt in her eyes whenever I talk about Reagan flashes through my head, causing me to pull back, but only just a little. I realize now that being with Reagan hurts Karma in some way... I don't know how or why, but I do know that it's true. But Reagan... Her power over me is something I've never experienced. The way she can grab my attention in the simplest of ways... It's so intriguing to me.

Reagan brushes a strand of blonde hair away from my face, waiting for me to say something.

"Reagan, I think I really do love you... I really do..."

a smile so bright lights up her face that when it reaches her eyes, I know that I really did mean what I said. Slowly, she leans in and tilts her head to the point where her lips are hovering just above mine. I can feel the heat between us in the small space tingle with electricity. I watch as her eyes close ever so slightly, as she closes the gap between us. The feel of her lips on mine is like the first time all over again. It's not like with Karma, only one sided kisses...

It doesn't take long for the kiss to become more eager, wanting. I suddenly become bold and wrap my arms around her waist, bringing her closer to me. All I'm aware of is the taste of her lips on mine, and the feel of her body molding perfectly to match my own. Her hands creep up my back under my shirt, leaving the skin she touched feeling electrified and needing more. I hook my thumbs under the waistband of her jeans and try to get her even closer. Both of our breathing has become ragged and heavy. She finally gives in and pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor. Before I can even realize what's happening, she's on top of me, with my arms thrown around her shoulders.

She's kissing me with so much passion that it takes my breath away. She gently bites my lip, and when a moan escapes from me I see her lips curve into a smirk. She loves having this type of control over me, and so do I. She leans back to pull her own shirt over her head, and then reaches to unclasp her black bra when I stop her.

"Wait... I wanna do it."

There it is. That smirk again. She slowly leans back over me until she's hovering just over my face, looking into my eyes. I reach around and undo her bra in less time than I thought it would take, which brings a smile to my face. I toss it over, pull her close and immediately take her breast into my mouth, swirling her nipple with my tongue. The moan that escapes her lips reaches my very core, and I feel the heat inside me growing even more. She gets my own bra off in seconds and follows my lead. She just feels so good, and I close my eyes tight when I feel her start to kiss down my bare stomach.

Before I know it, my pants are gone and she's kissing the inside of my thighs, eliciting a moan from me. She breathes hot air on my center, and I can feel every muscle in my body tense in anticipation. She teases me a bit more, kissing around my folds. My gaze practically begs her for release, and when her eyes meet mine, she understands. Her lips find the spot that aches for them, and her tongue follows suit. Slowly, she slides one finger, then two into my center and curls them in the way she knows drives me crazy. At this point, I'm done for. Within seconds, I experience what could be the most earth shattering orgasm that I've ever had.

I lay there recovering, when I realize that Reagan still has her pants on. I feel awful for not letting her enjoy herself or get release, so I scramble up to unbutton her jeans.

"Woah there Shrimps. It's ok. I really just wanted to show you how I felt about you. I don't want you to do that today."

I frown at her. "But I want to..."

"No babe. I have to go to work soon anyway. Can we just snuggle until then?" Her smile makes me give in almost immediately, even though I was a little disappointed.

"Ok." I smile and settle in to be her little spoon, so, so happy.

Karma's POV

I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. Why am I feeling like this? Why the hell did I just blow up at Amy like that and walk out without explanation? I really don't know what it is. As soon as I saw Reagan's name on her phone, I felt like second best. It's been happening a lot lately. I sigh at my own confusion and try to think harder.

Amy really has been the only one to be there for me from the start. Even with the Liam thing now, she was there. I half expected her to get mad and walk out leavings to deal with it myself, but she didn't. I can't stop seeing the hurt in her eyes whenever she looks at me though. Ever since the day she confessed her feelings for me, it's been different. I feel like I'm letting her down that I won't return her feelings.

Won't. That's what it's become now. It's not that I CANT return the feelings, it's that I won't. This realization actually terrifies me. I shake my head and try to brush it off. But the more I think about Amy probably being with Reagan right now, the more this weird feeling inside of me grows. I don't know what it is... This feeling. But I know that when I find out, it could change everything.

*Ok guys. I honestly don't know how much longer I can make it waiting for this show to premier again... Anyway... I hope you liked this chapter, I hope the sex scene wasn't too much or too little. I've never written like that before but I gave it my best shot. Any feedback or suggestions for the story is greatly appreciated!*