"So who does the other half of that necklace belong to?" Reagan questioned while gesturing her pen towards Amy, the lid of said pen clenched between her teeth.

"What did you say? Couldn't understand you with that thing in your mouth." Amy smiled. She was stalling, she had heard exactly what Reagan had asked her. How could she be so stupid? Reagan wasn't blind, of course she would notice the one piece of jewellery she wore around her neck.

Reagan removed the lid from her mouth and also dislodged a lot of drool from under her tongue. She let it drop to floor while handing Amy the register, then handed Amy her pen - sans lid.

"Ew." Amy cringed while scribbling her name onto the register.

"You don't say that when my spit is in your mouth though….so?" Reagan shrugged at and gave her a cheeky smirk.

"Okay, so now everyones name is on the register we are going to go to the equipment area!" A lanky white guy with orange bandanas tied around his wrists yelled way too loudly into the too small room.

The room followed him guy into the room holding the equipment.

"Amy, you can't be on the same team as me." Reagan responded when Amy tried to walk over to Reagan. "How am I supposed to kick your ass if I'm not allowed to shoot you?"

Amy huffed and walked over to the side opposite of Reagan. She took one look at the equipment hanging above her and threw her hands up in the air. A tap on her shoulder startled her, she spun around to see Reagan equipped in her gear, helmet dangling from her hand.

"Need a hand?" she asked already knowing the answer.

"Please" Amy nodded.

Reagan pulled the equipment from the hooks and laid it out on the bench.

She tossed the camo jumpsuit and gloves to Amy "Put these on, then lift your arms up"

Amy did as she was told, enjoying this new side she was seeing of Reagan. She liked it.

Reagan yanked the vest over Amy's head and then reached around the back of her to bring the adjustable straps to her front. When Reagan yanked the straps it pulled Amy against her, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Amy.

Amy smirked while looking down at Reagan. Reagan peered up at Amy for a brief second and then continued her task.

"I know what you're doing. You're trying to throw me off my game, but it's not gonna happen." Reagan rambled putting the finishing touches to her work. She reached around Amy and grabbed her gun, placing it in Amy's hands. "Trigger, scope." Reagan pointed at the corresponding pieces while she spoke. She grabbed Amy's yellow ribbon and tied it into a pretty bow on Amy's hand grip "The helmets don't steam up so there is absolutely no need to remove it while we are on the field, okay?" Reagan pulled her helmet on and motioned for Amy to do the same.

"Okay, follow me!" the lanky white dude was back and this time he was equipped as well. The room followed him toward a door that led to the battlefield.

"See you on the flip side Amy" Reagan yelled while bombing it out onto the course.

Amy had taken shelter inside a make shift cabin, under the table. She had been shot 8 times (none of them by Reagan) and she needed a break. She knew she shouldn't but it was so hot inside of there she just needed a breather, so she took of her helmet. Amy sighed at the relief the breeze was bringing to her sweaty face and decided staying a little while longer wouldn't hurt. And then she heard footsteps. Loud and marching at first and then more tentative once the intruder had sensed someone was inside. Amy heard the boots circle her table and then silence. Now was as good a time as any to make a fun for it right? She dragged herself from under the table and was confronted with a gun pressed to her head for her trouble.

"Didn't I say to keep your helmet on!?" Reagan spoke loudly to Amy. "What if I had shot you in your head Amy?"

"But you didn't….?" Amy tried weakly.

Reagan pushed the gun into Amy's forehead. "Hel", poke. "Met", poke, "Now", poke, "Please" poke.

"Jheeze. Okay." Amy rubbed at her forehead and then slammed her helmet on. "Better mother?" Amy asked in a mocking tone.

Reagan walked towards the exit of the makeshift cabin. "Yes." She punctuated her response by shooting Amy in the thigh with a bright pink paintball. "That's for making me worry about you while I'm trying to destroy your team" Reagan explained while leaping out the door.

Amy walked out of the cabin door grinning with her arm held high. "HIT" she yelled as she watched Reagan take out another one of her teammates.

"Okay, but seriously. Your necklace?" Reagan gestured at Amy with a fork this time. "No stalling this time." Reagan added dipping her fries into ketchup.

Amy thumbed her necklace then began spinning it between her fingers.

"Does it belong to the red head, the one in the picture on your bedside table?" Reagan prodded.

Amy's eyes widened and she couldn't seem to be able to close her mouth.

"I'm not blind Amy. You have been wearing that necklace since I met you and it isn't hard to spot a framed picture that has pride of place in your bedroom…I mean." Reagan gave an apologetic smile and shrug.

Amy continued to say nothing.

Reagan tried again. "Things must be rough between you guys to not want to talk about the necklace you wear every single day…"

Still nothing, except Amy's eyes starting to water.

Reagan stretched across the table and grabbed Amy's hands in her own.

"Amy?"

Amy's tears were freely falling now.

"Woah, I'm sorry. I won't ask again. I'm sorry, okay?" Reagan pleaded.

Amy nodded then let her head hang. She wanted to tell Reagan about Karma, really she did. But the longer she was with her the more hard it became. How could she tell this girl she had fallen in love with about being a fake lesbian with her best friend, falling in love with her and then sleeping with her boyfriend? What if Reagan thought she was tainted? Amy knew that Reagan would never think something like that, but still the slim chance that she might? It killed Amy. Not to mention the fact she faked being a lesbian, which would be all fine and dandy if she hadn't fallen in love with her straight best friend and totally gone on a rampage after her feelings weren't returned. Now she had this wonderful girl who liked (maybe, hopefully one day loved) her back and she didn't want to ruin it. Didn't want her to think she was just a rebound, which maybe she was at first. But now? See, this is why Amy had held off for so long. But Reagan is a smart girl, she had been putting the pieces together since the beginning and now it had become inevitable.

"I want to tell you about her, but another day okay?" Amy whispered tearfully.

Reagan felt like crap, she hadn't meant to make Amy cry. "Okay. I'm sorry I didn't meant to mak-"

"It's not you, it's just. Things. You know?"

Amy bought her head back up and looked at Reagan. The bottom of her hair was covered in orange paint, her arms peppered with bruises from paintballs. Her eyes shining with concern for Amy. Her hands anchoring Amy to the present and stopping her from floating back towards her past. She was so grateful for this girl.

"We look like crap." Amy smiled.

Reagan laughed a little. Relieved that she hadn't completely ruined things.

"I may look like crap, but I came away victorious." Reagan bragged, she let go of Amy's hands and grabbed her milkshake, leaning back in her seat and slurping while giving Amy the once over.

"So do you wanna do something next week?" Amy asked timidly. Next week was their 2 month anniversary and Reagan hadn't seemed to realise. Amy knew it was silly. Reagan worked two jobs and paid her own bills. Of course she wouldn't care about something so trivial as a 2 month anniversary? Hardly an eternity was it? But it felt like to Amy. She felt like she had known Reagan for 2 years.

"Sure, I can do something. I think? May need to check my work schedule" Reagan responded biting at her straw.

Amy was visibly disheartened. "Oh, okay. Let me know."

Reagan noticed the change in Amy's mood but didn't let her cool demeanour slip. She knew what Amy was fishing for and Reagan wanted so badly to mention it, but she wanted to plan something for them. Her idea of special wasn't grand but she was hoping by throwing Amy off her scent it would help make the day even better. Hopefully. Reagan checked her watch.

"Okay, we gotta get moving I have a shift in 2 hours." This time Reagan wasn't lying.

Amy unclipped her seat belt and made began to make her way out of Reagan's truck.

"Amy…shut the door for a second, please?"

Amy did as she was asked and turned to face Reagan.

"Look. About back then, I didn't mean to make you cry"

"Rea-"

"Just let me say this, then you can talk okay? I just need to. To say something." Reagan unclipped her seatbelt and turned toward Amy, bringing her foot up onto her seat, resting her chin on her knee and fiddled with her boot buckle. "I didn't mean to make you cry back there and I shouldn't have pried. It just seemed so…obvious you know? And it wasn't as if you were hiding it from me, so I assumed it was fair game for me to ask you about. But I shouldn't have. If you wanted to tell me you would have and it was really shitty of me to spring it on you like that." Reagan had done and undone her buckle 3 times in the time it took her to say what she wanted to say and now as she waited for Amy's response she couldn't seem to redo the buckle.

Amy reached over and stilled Reagan's hands. Then began the tedious work of buckling Reagan's boot. They were both grateful for the distraction.

"It's not your fault. If I didn't want to be asked about it then I wouldn't war the necklace around you and I would have hidden the picture in my room. But I think I have been doing it unconsciously, you know? It's like I want you to ask. I want to tell you everything and this had to be my brains way of letting you know somehow, right? They say the brain is an ever expanding network or whatever." Amy finished the buckling and pulled it tight. "So don't feel shitty okay." Amy smiled running her hand through Reagan's hair.

Reagan's head was still on her knee and her mouth had this adorable pout on it. "Okay, I just fe-.'

Reagan was cut off by Amy's lips on her own. Amy pushed until Reagan's back was against her truck window and her hands were at either side of her head, Reagan's eyes still open.

'Just…shut up. Okay.' Amy whispered into Reagan's mouth.

Reagan didn't respond, she feel her eyes swimming with questions so she closed them. She tilted her head upwards and closed her eyes trying to stop the many questions from spilling out of her mouth. Reagan knew the position she was in but knew Amy wouldn't act because they were in her drive way so she was safe - Suddenly Reagan felt Amy's breath on her neck, Amy's eyelashes tickling her jaw line as she hovered - Or not. Reagan didn't move as Amy's nose travelled down her neck, Reagan needed to cross her legs which was proving quite difficult with Amy between them.

"Hey, Amy. You do know we are right outside your house right?" Reagan murmured.

"Yeah. That's why I'm so turned on right now." Amy answered breathing deliberately onto Reagan's neck.

Reagan's eyes shot open. Amy wasn't usually this forward. Reagan pushed Amy back a little and looked at her. Amy's eyes were still on Reagan's neck and her pupils were fully dilated, there was a thin slither of green where Amy's iris should but besides that her eyes were pretty much black.

"Oh, you weren't lying" Reagan muttered.

"Nope" Amy whispered hoarsely. "It's just that you look so cute when you pout and you look like you just kicked someone's ass, which you did. And I just love when your hair is in a pony tail and you're wearing a crisp white tee and you looked so hot in that paintball uniform and…". With every word that Amy took she was getting dangerously closer to Reagan's neck, but Reagan was strong.

Not as strong as she thought, or maybe she was.

"Amy" Reagan warned. Nope she wasn't.

Amy immediately placed her lips on Reagan's neck. She knew that Reagan couldn't talk while getting her neck kissed and Amy used that to her advantage. She placed kisses on the base of Reagan's neck and slowly worked her way up the skin trying to find the perfect spot. A few more kisses later and she had found it. Amy opened her mouth and clamped down, sucking, hard. Reagan suddenly found her voice.

"Wait what are you…are you giving me a hickey right now?" she gasped.

Amy sucked harder in response.

"Ouch, that really hurts, in a sort of good way." Reagan realised, making no effort to remove Amy from her position. "You realise I have to go to work right?" Reagan felt a slight brush against her cheek which she could only assume to be a nod. "Wow okay, that really hurts Amy." Reagan whimpered pulling at Amy's shirt but not really wanting her to stop just yet. "Jesus christ" she winced placing her hands either side of Amy's face ready to pry her off. But there was no need because seconds later Amy removed the suction from Reagan's neck with a satisfying popping noise. Amy leaned back on her knees, wiping at her mouth, satisfied with herself. Reagan pulled down the visor of in her car and assessed the damaged.

"Amy what the hell. This thing is huge! I didn't realise you had such big mouth" Reagan frantically swiped at her neck. "This was hot in the moment but the aftermath is going to be a pain in my ass." Reagan groaned falling back into her seat. "Hope you're proud of yourself" she said rolling her head to look at Amy with that pout she couldn't get enough of.

Amy had a coy smile on her face as she looked at Reagan and she had that dreamy gaze she often had on when she was satisfied.

"This is why I love you" she sighed.

Reagan immediately stopped swiping at her neck and slowly faced Amy. She still had that look on her face and Reagan was sure she hadn't heard her correctly. So she tried to play it cool.

"What did you say? Didn't catch that too busy trying to remove this thing." Reagan pointed at the hickey that was quick turning a deep shade of red.

"I said this is why I like you" Amy emphasised. The truth was she had slipped up. She had accidentally said exactly what was on her mind and now she had to backtrack.

"Oh." Reagan scrunched her eyebrows "Okay, I like you too, obviously." She said shooting a small smile in Amy's direction. "Okay, get out my truck now or I'm going to be late." Reagan playfully pushed at Amy and Amy took the hint. She placed a lingering kiss on Reagan's lips before slipping out of the truck and up to her front door.

Reagan started her engine and stared longingly at Amy's back, "I love you too" she whispered and then she pulled away.