"Well here it is." Reagan motioned towards the burgundy door while killing her engine. "My shitty home" she added turning to face Amy.
"Nice paint job." Amy mused while slipping out of the truck.
Reagan didn't think her home was shitty, she was just nervous. Hardly anyone had seen her little home although she was so, so proud of it. Proud of how she worked for this, proud of having some place to come back to, proud of having her own space. She caught up with Amy and pushed her key in the lock. Amy gave a small nod of encouragement when Reagan paused for a second and then she pushed the door open.
"Welcome." Reagan enthused mockingly while flicking on her lights.
Amy took off her jacket and got to work examining the place. The walls were painted white and everything else in the room were bright colours. No mistake Amy noted. Her settee was the same colour as her front door, and covered in upholstery buttons. Reagan's rucksack was slumped on the settee. It was black, covered in buttons and patches and showed signs of serious wear. It looked so out of place in the sterile looking room. There was a TV mounted above a fireplace and on top of the fireplace was a photo of Reagan and what appeared to be her family, two women who looked older than Reagan but almost identical to her and then a woman and man flanking the girls, Amy concluded those must be her parents. She made away from the front door towards the kitchen. It was pretty simple, a kettle, toaster and microwave. There was a coffee machine that clearly wasn't used, there were no cups, filters or coffee in sight. Amy made quick work of looking in Reagan's cupboards. Nothing noteworthy, a few mugs, plates and glasses, she clearly didn't have much company over. The fridge was huge but the contents small, a few fresh fruit and vegetables, strawberry milk and left over pizza. Amy smiled at that, she would expect nothing less from her girlfriend.
Amy stood back and scanned the room, she noticed Reagan was no where in sight and made her way up the ten stairs to the upper floor, the walls the same white as downstairs. She checked the bathroom, it was small and cosy, very clean and smelt like lemons. She checked the airing cupboard filed with towels and black jeans that all looked identical to Amy. There was one more room left and the one that Reagan had to be in, the bedroom. Amy made her way to the door and knocked twice.
"Reagan?"
She knocked again.
"Reagan?", this time she pushed the door.
Her room was dark purple, the light doing nothing to brighten the room. There were band posters on her walls, the 1975, The Grammars and Daughter. A Bjork debut poster took pride of place above Reagan's bed, the bed was a queen size Amy estimated it was all leather and covered in black satin sheets. Beside the bed was a little chest of drawers which had a turntable on top, above the turn table was a shelf packed with vinyls. There was a built in wardrobe opposite the end of the bed. The bed which Reagan sat cross legged on, laptop balancing on her lap, bottom lip bitten in intense concentration.
"It's dark in here." Amy said making her way to the bed.
Reagan jumped and placed a hand to her chest.
"You scared me Amy." Reagan huffed closing her eyes and shifting over to make space beside her.
"Your room is nothing like the rest of this place." Amy commented while settling beside Reagan.
"Yeah, I know. My friends parents got me a great deal on this place and it came fully furnished which is nice. I like it but I spent most of my time in my bedroom, so I needed it to be more….me, you know?" Reagan replied still typing away on her laptop.
"You're friend sounds nice. Are all your friends that nice?" Amy asked eyeing up Reagan.
"Yeah, maybe you can meet them soon?" Reagan asked tentatively. She didn't wait for an answer before asking "You hungry?"
Reagan glossed over her first question so quickly that Amy decided not to address it. Instead she decided to answer the second one. "Very. You have pizza in your fridge. Do you mind?"
"Oi, cheeky. Rooting through my things." Reagan teased.
"What can I say, I like to snoop" Amy shrugged.
"You're not having that pizza. It's two days old. We can go down the street and grab something" Reagan decided setting her laptop aside.
Amy waved Reagan away. "The pizza is fine Reagan, really."
Reagan insisted. "No it's not. Besides I fancy a slice of apple pie, so you can stay here and have that stale pizza if you want" she shrugged while walking towards her bedroom door, keys in hand.
"Why call your diner PIE if they aren't going to have any PIE to feed me." Amy scoffed which watching Reagan cram a large piece of waffle into her mouth.
"Shit happens, Amy." Reagan mumbled with her mouth full.
Amy pored over the menu trying to find a decent substitute for the pie sized hole in her stomach.
"What kind of person eats pie before ordering a starter?" Reagan continued.
"Me, that's who." Amy countered while continuing to peruse the menu.
"You should get this." Reagan gestured toward her food.
"It does look good." Amy agreed while motioning for the waitress to come over.
"Can we have another one of these?" Amy asked. The waitress nodded and shouted toward the kitchen. "Number 7 again Doug!", "Any thing else?" she enquired. Amy shook her head.
Reagan interrupted with a mouth full of food. "Mm, yeah. Strawberry milkshake please. Thank you." The waitress nodded and made her way to another table. Amy watched Reagan fondly. She wasn't usually a fan of messy eaters but she could make an exception. Before they had entered the cafe Reagan had put on a snapback 'to keep the hair out of her face while she ate' she said. Amy was instantly smitten. She must have been staring for a while because Reagan finally stopped eating and looked at Amy sheepishly.
"What….? Do I have something on my face?" Reagan asked dabbing at her face with her napkin.
"Mmm mmm." Amy shook her head, her eyes were glazed over watching Reagan enjoying herself, something that didn't go unnoticed by her.
"Why are your eyes glazed over?" Reagan asked waving her finger in the direction of Amy's eyes.
"What?, no they aren't."
"Yeah, they are"
"No, they are not." Amy blinked her eyes furiously trying to erase the look she knew she was giving.
"You dig this." Reagan whispered, she leaned in towards Amy. "You are into watching me eat, the only other time your eyes glaze like this is after an intense make out session." Reagan leaned back in her chair smugly watching while Amy's mouth gaped like a fish.
"Cat got your tongue?" Reagan teased.
"I-I errr." Amy said a silent prayer when the waitress presented her with a plate full of food, she quickly took a mouthful of a waffle to avoid having to speak to Reagan who watched her over the glass of her milkshake. Amy's eyes were still glazed but Reagan decided not to bring it up again.
"Okay, we're done here." Reagan stretched out in her seat after Amy took her last bite of food. "Ready to hit the road?" Reagan smirked when she caught Amy looking at the exposed flesh on her stomach. "Eyes up Amy." Reagan snapped her fingers in front of Amy's eyes to emphasise her point.
"Yep, let's go." Amy answered hurriedly.
The both shuffled out of the diner with full stomachs.
"Holy crap, I feel like like I am going to explode." Reagan groaned while clipping in her seatbelt. "Alright, your place or mine?" Reagan joked starting the engine.
Amy smiled, knowing that Reagan already knew the answer.
Put a record on the player.' Amy instructed to Reagan.
Reagan took a sleeve from her shelf and spun it in her hands. She placed the needle on the record while Amy swayed lazily to the slow song now playing.
"Now dance with me." Amy commanded more than asked.
"Yes ma'am." Reagan mock saluted and made her way over to Amy. She pulled Amy tight against her, one hand riding under her shirt while the other was on the back of Amy's neck. Amy rested her head on Reagan's shoulders and lazily draped them around Reagan's neck. Their body swayed in time to the song, their body heat comforting one another, Reagan's fingers trailing up and down Amy's back.
"You were right. Back in the diner. I do dig the way you eat your food, I mean it's kind of gross, but not. You know?" Amy rambled into Reagan's ear.
"I know." Reagan grinned pulling Amy closer to her, her fingers still stroking the skin under Amy's shirt.
Amy lazily kissed Reagan's neck, not to turn her on but just because it was there and she wanted to. She could feel Reagan responding, her fingers curling into her back, her hands growing tighter on the back of Reagan's neck and her legs faltering a little. Amy pulled back to look Reagan in her eyes.
"What?" Reagan smirked.
"Nothing." Amy responded shaking her head and placing her head back on Reagan's shoulders. But it wasn't nothing. Amy wanted Reagan, like really bad. So bad something as silly as watching Reagan eat was driving her insane. She had been wondering why Reagan hadn't made the move, it had been four weeks after all. But right now wasn't the time to bring it up, not today, she will have to take initiative today. She was happy with the position they where in right now.
When the record finished Reagan untangled herself from Amy and flopped down on her bed, arms above her head. Amy wasted no time flopping down next to her.
"Thank you for today." she whispered. "Sorry about the library incident." She added turning on her side to look at Reagan. She flopped her arm around Reagan's waist lazily and shuffled closer to her.
"Don't worry about it" Reagan mumbled, eyes fluttering closed.
Reagan's arms had caused her t-shirt to ride up again and revealed the same strip of flesh Amy had eyed in the diner. Amy slowly crept her hand up toward the exposed skin, she hesitated and then continued her journey. Reagan's skin was warm and bobbing steadily with each breath she took.
"That tickles." Reagan murmured eyes still closed.
"Sorry." Amy mumbled placing a lingering kiss on Reagan's cheek and then cautiously placing kisses down Reagan's jaw. Reagan responded by running her hand through Amy's hair trying to focus on keep her breathing steady, trying not to encourage or discourage Amy. She wanted this to be Amy's idea, she didn't want to lead her in anyway, she had to make 100% sure that this is what Amy wanted.
Amy continued her journey down Reagan's jaw, down to her neck and then rolled on top of her. Their bodies were pressed together and their breathing was erratic. Amy looked at Reagan and this time it was her eyes that were glazing.
"You dig this." Amy teased.
"Shut up." Reagan laughed and then bit her lip seriously. "Amy.."
"Shhh, no more talking." Amy commanded pushing harder into Reagan to emphasis her point.
"Okay" Reagan whispered not putting up much of a fight. "But I'm on top." She smirked while effortlessly flipping Amy over.
Reagan slammed Amy into the bed and watched as Amy's hair fanned out across her bed. The blonde hair surrounded her head like a halo, Amy's smile lighting up her entire face. Reagan eased down to kiss Amy. The kiss was soft and lingered even when Reagan pulled herself up to gauge Amy's reaction. Amy nodded slowly and then more enthusiastically confirming that this is what she wanted. Reagan pressed her body back onto Amy's and Amy's hands slip up under Reagan's shirt. Reagan's skin was hot to the touch and instantly warmed Amy's fingers. Reagan's kisses moved from Amy's mouth across to her jaw and down to her neck. Hot open mouthed kisses left Amy's mouth hanging open and her eyes squeezed shut as she revelled in Reagan's technique. Amy tugged the bottom of Reagan's shirt indicating that she wanted it off. Reagan sat up in Amy's lap and slowly removed her shirt while Amy propped herself up onto her elbows. Her eyes roamed over Reagan's torso, she was wearing a black bra with no padding, her breasts were more than a handful, her aroused state obvious. Amy continued drinking in the sight of Reagan's soft but toned stomach, broad shoulders and toned arms.
"I had no idea you were hiding that under your clothes." Amy smirked.
"Weightlifting has been good to me." Reagan breathed dipping her head down to kiss Amy again.
"You weightlift?" Amy asked with raised eyebrows.
"Shh"
Amy's elbows gave out from under her. Her hands found their way into Reagan's hair, trying to drag her closer although there was no more space between them. Reagan's hands shot down to Amy's jeans, fumbling with her belt. She pulled off with a snap and tossed it to the ground. She made easy work of the button and then paused. Amy's face was completely flushed the redness creeping down to her neck, her was hair sexily tousled, her cheeks huffing with the effort it was taking her to breathe. Amy nodded slowly and Reagan started to pull Amy's jeans down, Reagan took the time to admire Amy's knickers. They were red satin and complimented her sheets nicely.
"You're matching." Reagan smiled gesturing to Amy's knickers and then her sheets.
"That's what you're thinking about right now?" Amy growled.
"I'm just admiring the view." Reagan pouted.
"You can enjoy the view between my legs." Amy growled again lifting her lower body off the bed clearly impatient.
"Holy shit." Reagan mumbled finally yanking the jeans off and tossing them aside with the belt.
Reagan hovered for a moment, unsure of whether she should continue.
"Amy are you sure?"
"Reagan, I want this."
"Do you because we don't ha-"
"Reagan?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up"
Reagan's hand reached for Amy's knickers when a phone vibrated and the sound of her ringtone filled her room. Definitely Amy's.
"Damn it." Amy hissed while rolling off the bed to go and grab it. Reagan stood up and ran her fingers through her now messy hair. It was a funny sight, Amy bottomless and Reagan topless. Amy fumbled for her phone and took a steadying breath for answering. Her face was still flushed, her eyes dreamy and her skin covered in a slick layer of sweat.
"My Mom." She mouthed.
Reagan nodded sprawling out on the bed while watching Amy roll her eyes and made silly faces inbetween speaking.
Amy hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed.
"My Mom and Bruce will be home in an hour." Amy sighed.
"So I have to drop you home now, right?" Reagan pouted.
"Yep." Amy said shortly snatching her jeans and pulling them on reluctantly, she was clearly annoyed.
"We can try again another time." Reagan reassured her.
'But we were seconds away." Amy whined making her way out of Reagan's bedroom.
"I feel you." Reagan said trying to catch up with Amy while pulling her t-shirt on and grabbing her keys.
Reagan pulled up outside of Amy's house, who was now sleeping due to what Reagan can only assume was a food and lust coma.
The house was in complete darkness, Farrah's car wasn't outside the front and neither was Bruce's, Amy had mentioned that Lauren was going out with Theo so they were all alone. No one to help her bring Amy inside.
Reagan reached across Amy into her jacket pocket and pulled out a keyring full of keys. First job, determine which key will get them inside. Reagan hopped out of her truck and separate the keys she thought may open the front door, then she glanced the key with a pink diamond patterned rubber that spelt out 'Home'.
"That was easy." Reagan mumbled to herself while unlocking the door, she pushed it open and flicked the light on. She hadn't seen the downstairs of Amy's house before, only Amy's room due to the window being her only point of entry.
"Nice place Amy." She mumbled doing a quick scan of the downstairs area and making her way back out to the truck.
Second job, carry Amy up to her room. It was going to be an easy task for Reagan, when she had the time she was a fan of going to the gym and powerlifting. She had lifted weights heavier than Amy, so this should be a piece of cake, she unclipped Amy's seatbelt and slide her arm under Amy's leg, then she draped Amy's other arm around her neck. Reagan braced herself and slide Amy out of the car hoisting her up a little. She was a bit heavier than expected due to the dead weight but Reagan could manage, she slowly made her way up the stairs and down to Amy's room. Reagan pushed open Amy's door with her foot and gently laid Amy on her bed. Amy's eyes fluttered open while Reagan was placing her on her pillow.
"My hero." She whispered pulling Reagan down to place a kiss on her lips then her arms fell abruptly by her side, she was out again.
"Night." Reagan whispered brushing Amy's hair out of her face and pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.
Reagan eyed a notepad and pen on Amy's bedside table and decided it would be best to write Amy a note.
'You slipped into some sort of coma, so I carried you to your room. Don't worry. No one was home. R xXx'
With one last glance at Amy she closed the door softly and made her way downstairs. Although no one was home it felt right for Reagan to be walking out through the front door. She loved sneaking through Amy's window. It was really hot sometimes. But she occasionally she wished that she could also walk in through the front door and not have to hide from Amy's family.
"Maybe someday." Reagan mused while closing the door behind her.