Reagan had promised to try and squeeze in some time to see Amy. She was working but she wasn't sure if she could make it. Or at least that's what she told Amy.
Reagan pulled up outside of Amy's house. Looked like no one was home. She checked her phone and was surprised to see an unread message from Amy:
'Hey, I just want you to know that I'm okay. I was a little disappointed that we couldn't spend time together but I'm proud so of you for being so dedicated to your work. Xx'
Amy's leapt on her phone, it had finally buzzed. She opened the message: 'Come outside'.
Amy jumped from her bed and peered out the window, her favourite car was outside and she squealed in delight. Amy dashed out of her room and straight down the stairs.
Amy slowed down before she got to the front door. She didn't want to appear too eager, she opened the door trying to portray someone cool and relaxed. But that didn't last long. As soon as she saw Reagan standing there she leapt into her arms, legs immediately finding her waist. Amy wrapped her arms tight around Reagan and couldn't stop smelling her hair. It smelt like booze and sweat and cigs but right now it was Amy's favourite scent.
"Hey." Reagan smiled.
"Hey." Amy whispered back.
Reagan took a step toward Amy's door and then hesitated.
"You can come in through the front door, there isn't a forcefield keeping you out you know" Amy laughed.
"I know, it's just.."
"I know, it's okay." Amy soothed her.
Reagan stepped in, Amy still clung to her like a baby monkey. She just stood there swaying gently with Amy in her arms, Amy snuggled closer to Reagan and hummed in contentment.
Amy's head was buried in her girlfriends shoulders, her arms wrapped tightly around her neck. Reagan had her hands gripping Amy's ass to keep her up and every now and then her fingers would squeeze - just for her own benefit. They were murmuring inaudible words to each other and they seemed completely at peace.
"Don't you have work?" Amy mumbled into Reagan's shoulder.
"Don't worry, I have it figured out" Reagan mumbled back.
Reagan sat down on the settee so Amy was now sitting in her lap. Her hands settled on Amy's hips as Amy eyed Reagan like she hadn't seen her for months. She took in everything, those dark swirling eyes, her purple fishtail plait, her chubby cheeks, the cigarette behind her ear - Wait.
"Is that a cigarette?" Amy asked reaching around for it.
"Well done, Sherlock" Reagan laughed.
"I didn't know you smoked?" Amy said hesitantly.
"I don't. Not really. Only when I've had a beer" Reagan shrugged.
"You drink beer?" Amy mock gasped.
Reagan grinned poking Amy in her side until she was stretched on the settee in surrender. This was a good look for her, arms stretched above her head, her jumper hiked up due to the struggle, her jeans were sitting low on her hips. Reagan stared a few seconds too long and then looked away, giving attention to the extensive DVD collection stacked next to the TV.
"So…you have a shit ton of films over there" Reagan said cocking her head to the side to try and read some of the titles on the spines of the DVD's. She eased out from under Amy and made her way over the the TV and Amy didn't mind the view. She gave a low whistle in appreciation. Reagan slapped her own ass and then squatted on the ground and got to work on browsing the DVD's.
"What tickles your fancy?" Amy called from the settee.
"I dunno, I'm feeling a bit action, but then I'm feeling a bit romantic as well. What about TV show's? But there is something I want to watch right….," Reagan checked her watch. "Now actually. Is that okay?"
Amy nodded as she watched Reagan turn on the TV and grab the remote. She walked back over to Amy and indicated for her to lift her legs back up so she that could sit back down.
"Thank you" Reagan acknowledged when Amy complied with her request. Reagan flopped down on the settee and made quick work finding the correct channel just in time for the program before hers to finish.
"So what is this we are about to watch?" Amy asked flexing her legs to get more comfortable.
"Person Of Interest" Reagan replied eyes glued to the screen.
"Quick summary?" Amy asked.
Reagan nodded, her attention still on the TV. "Sure. Long story short. All seeing, all knowing computer. A team that works for said computer. There is also another all seeing computer that is named Samaritan. That computer and the team working for it are bad guys. The people we need to focus on are Amy Acker who plays Root and Sarah Shahi who plays Shaw. Root and Shaw have had the hots for each other for a while, but Shaw is a repressed, unemotional human being and Root is a giant flirt, who takes every opportunity to let it be known that she is into Shaw. Recently Shaw sacrificed herself to save the team, but not before planting a huge kiss on Root. Now Root is going to tear the world apart looking for Shaw." Reagan turned to Amy. "Did you get all that?"
Amy nodded determinately, "I got it, and just in time for the start too…It's starting right? This is in the intro?"
Reagan rubbed Amy's thigh absent mindlessly in an attempt to shut her up. Which it did.
Pretty soon Amy had established that she was Root, tall…taller than Reagan anyway, constant mischievous smirk and a love of leather jackets.
"The way Root is torturing that woman is doing something weird to me." Amy whispered.
"I know, right? Isn't she cute" Reagan sighed looking at the screen adoringly.
"Where is Shaw?" Amy asked wondering if she had missed her at some point.
"We don't know. She took a break from the show to have kids, so no one knows if she is coming back" Reagan answered hand still resting on Amy's thigh. "Holy shit, wait!"
Shaw was now on screen. Her usual snarky self, propped up in a hospital bed while Greer, the mastermind of the enemy machine was saying something neither Amy or Reagan gave a crap about.
Reagan squealed and jumped up from the settee, making her way over to the TV.
"Holy crap, Sarah must have filmed this before she left." Reagan spoke to herself while tapping her lip.
"That is you all over" Amy remarked, suddenly behind Reagan now. "Short, dark, permanently pouty lips." Amy reached around Reagan and flicked her protruding bottom lip to prove her point.
Reagan swatted her hand away continuing to speak to herself. "Root's abandoned the team because The Machine won't help her find Shaw. But she doesn't know she is alive. Root come back!" Reagan pleaded as the credits rolled.
Amy wrapped her arms around Reagan's waist and plopped her head on her shoulder. "She'll be back, don't worry. I really enjoyed this show. Wanna marathon the previous seasons with me sometime? And then once we catch up you I can come round yours every time a new episode is released?"
Reagan spun in Amy's arms. "Hell yeah." She gave Amy a quick peck on her lips, then nose. She checked her watch. "Oh shoot. I should go, it's getting kinda late and your parents -"
Amy pressed her lips to Reagan's. "Not yet" she whispered. "Just stay? A little longer? Please."
Reagan nodded slowly. Amy's face still dangerously close hers.
"Good." Amy hummed against Reagan's lips.
They both knew where this was going, or where they hoped it was going. Amy jumped on Reagan, just like she had when she had greeted her at the door. Reagan flicked her head upwards to indicate she wanted Amy to kiss her and their lips stayed glued as Reagan made her way upstairs to Amy's room.
Reagan dropped Amy on the bed and made easy work of taking off her rucksack and jacket.
"Yeah. Let's not waste anytime, you know, like last time." Amy said watching Reagan remove her shirt, the cigarette stayed stubbornly behind her ear. "That cigarette makes you look so badass." Amy smiled motioning for Reagan to come closer. Reagan walked on her hands and knees on the bed towards Amy. Their lips immediately found each others and Amy undid her belt and yanked her jeans off. She wasn't messing around this time. Next was her jumper. Reagan cocked her head smiling fondly at Amy's hastiness.
"What?" Amy asked laughing a little.
"Nothing. You're just a little eager. That's all." Reagan teased.
"I have been waiting for this" Amy breathed pulling Reagan on top of her.
"Really?" Reagan asked against Amy's lips. She pulled back a little. "For how long?"
"A while." Amy replied hurriedly, wanting Reagan's lips back on hers immediately.
Reagan could take a hint. She lifted herself on her arms to get a view of the girl below her. Amy's skin was milky and seemed to blend into her white sheets. Her pink underwear the only thing breaking up the pale skin on her torso. Amy shifted a little below Reagan, clearly impatient. Reagan got up from Amy and Amy's eyebrows immediately formed into a frown.
"Where are you going?"
Reagan said nothing and silently unbuckled her belt and sat on the edge of Amy's bed to remove her jeans and t-shirt. She debated removing her socks, but decided against it. She turned her head and ran her eyes over Amy's body.
"Hi" Amy said coyly suddenly self conscience.
"Hi" Reagan smiled, sliding between Amy's legs. Reagan was kneeling, her legs outside of Amy's body. She ran her hands down Amy, from her chest down to the inside of her thighs. Amy's eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself in Reagan's touch. Reagan leaned forward to kiss Amy which caused Amy's knees to be pulled to her chest and a moan to escape her lips. Reagan pulled her head back a little and hovered until Amy opened her eyes impatiently.
"You do kinda remind me of Amy you know. You have the same….essence and the same nose" Reagan mused.
"What's wrong with my nose!?" Amy squeaked her fingers rushing to cover it.
Reagan prised Amy's fingers away from her face. "Nothing. It's long and cute. It always bumps against mine when we make out, I like it."
"It is kind of long actually" Amy pondered while stroking her nose.
Reagan bumped her nose against Amy's affectionately and Amy returned the gesture. Then Reagan laughed to herself, Amy's legs were over her shoulders and all she could think about how she reminded her of Amy Acker. She went right back to where she left off, but this time she kissed Amy harder, bringing her full weight down on her and worked her hips. Amy responded enthusiastically grabbing handfuls of Reagan's ass, letting her know that she hitting the right spot. Amy's breathing began stuttering, her grabbing was turning to clawing. A promising sign. Reagan continued at a steady pace, making sure to apply the same pressure, and keep a steady rhythm. Her mouth found the top of Amy's breast. Now was a good a time as any to get her pay back for the hickey Amy had given her. It wasn't just just for revenge of course, Reagan liked the thought of Amy walking around with a mark no one else would know about. That Amy was going to be reminded of her every time she got changed, or showered. She clamped down and sucked. Amy's legs locked around Reagan's hips and Reagan responded by sucking harder.
Reagan was soon being rewarded by a stinging pain across her back. Amy's nails.
"I think I'm gonna cum." Amy whispered her back arching, her head pushing hard into her pillow.
"You think?" Reagan laughed, not stopping her movement.
"I don't know," Amy huffed. "I've never felt like this before, but I think I am"
"I wasn't asking you, I was telling you." Reagan responded. "Trust me, you're gonna cum." The look Reagan was giving to Amy was penetrating, her pupils were blown, her eyes a black hole that Amy was being sucked into.
One, two, three more thrusts and Amy had tumbled over the edge. Her arms falling limp at her side as her body turned to complete mush.
Reagan untangled herself from Amy and leaned back to admire her handiwork. Amy's body was glistening with sweat, her cheeks bright red, the same colour crawled down her neck and collar bones. Her thighs visibly shaking and her stomach was heaving and shuddering with each breath that she took.
"Woah. You were right" Amy huffed licking her lips, anything to try and slow her breathing. "I did cum" Amy sighed her body still convulsing, "Lesbian sex is great"
Reagan laughed. She had been doing a lot of that lately, Amy bought that out in her. "That was just dry humping Amy. Second base." Reagan threw up the peace sign to emphasise her point.
Amy frowned for a few seconds. "Oh yeah. That wasn't even the real deal. Holy crap" she gasped in amazement. Then she suddenly noticed Reagan was staring between her legs, a look of intense satisfaction on her face. Amy looked down at her soaked knickers and quickly slammed her legs shut in embarrassment. Reagan looked away, not wanting to embarrass Amy any further. She walked over to the mirror and beckoned Amy over. "Come here."
Amy pushed herself off her bed with unsteady legs, slowly making their way over to Reagan.
"We're matching." Reagan smiled pointing out the hickey she had given to Amy and then pointed to her own. It was fading but it was still very noticeable. The angry red was now more of a mild pink and the hickey was starting to break up, looking like a cluster of small bruises instead of the giant mark Amy had left previously.
Amy eyed her mark and sighed in contentment, her's wasn't huge, easily coverable, which was no mistake. Reagan knew what she was doing.
"Round two?" Amy asked Reagan. "Or round one a half? Seeing as that was just dry humping" Amy corrected herself.
Reagan grinned and pulled Amy by the wrist. Slamming her into the wall and trapping her hands above her head, brushing her wet lips across Amy's. "I'm always ready." Reagan replied hoarsely, eyes drifting down Amy's body and back up again.
"Since when?" Amy asked with a smirk.
"Since the first day I met you" Reagan replied licking her lips.
"You held off long" Amy teased.
"What can I say? I can exercise fantastic self control," Reagan yanked Amy's bra down to her stomach. "When I want to anyway" Reagan murmured, her hand palming Amy's breast. Amy reached for the cigarette that was sliding to the front of Reagan's ear and placed it between her lips, looking at Reagan with defiant eyes.
"How do I look?" Amy asked, cigarette hanging expertly from her lips.
"It suits you," Reagan plucked the cigarette from Amy's lips and placed it between her own. "But don't take it up, it's a bad habit. Got a match?" Reagan flicked her finger across her palm to emphasise her point.
Amy pushed off the wall and made her way to her bathroom and fumbled around in her medicine cabinet. A matchbox came flying at Reagan's head and she caught it expertly with one hand. She created the flame and lit her cigarette.
"These are cancer sticks." Reagan said pointing her cigarette toward Amy while whipping the smoke cloud from in front of her face.
"Then why are you smoking it?" Amy asked,
"I only wanted one but the girl gave me two, might as well use it" Reagan shrugged flopping back onto Amy's bed.
"The girl?" Amy asked suddenly very interested.
"This girl called Jack. I met her outside the club, she is the one who convinced be to come see you. Well, not really convinced. I just needed someone to deal with my equipment and she said she would handle it" Reagan shrugged again, tapping excess ash into her hand and crushing it.
"Jack huh?" Amy asked in a not so subtle way.
"Cool name for a girl right?" Reagan asked raising her eyebrows as the ash stung her for a second.
"Do you trust her?" Amy prodded.
Reagan nodded slightly. "I think so. I mean, she seemed nice enough. Plus I promised her a coffee, she has no friends"
"A coffee? As in a coffee date?" Amy asked in disbelief.
"I didn't say date did I?" Reagan didn't wait for Amy to respond. "Did you miss the part where I said she has no friends? I knew what that was like when I first moved here. Anyway, who is the person I am dry humping?"
"Me." Amy whispered feeling like an idiot.
"Exactly" Reagan said smirking suggestively. "You think you're ready for round two? Sorry, round 'One and a half'" She propped herself up onto her elbows and smirked at Amy.
"Err yes. Obviously" Amy smiled eyes twinkling. "Don't burn a hole in my sheets" Amy pointed at Reagan watching the ash inch it's way down onto her sheets.
"Hang on" Reagan said making her way to the window to finish her cigarette. Amy's eyes were glued to Reagan as she walked to the window. She was wearing lemon coloured lingerie, both of her garments lacy. This time Amy could see her entire body. Her thighs and calves and ass were strong, her abs were cut, her arm holding her cigarette was muscular without even tensing, her entire figure highlighted by the light sheen of sweat Reagan had produced. Amy looked down at her own body, long, pale, without much tone.
"I can hear you thinking." Reagan spoke without looking at Amy.
"I'm not." Amy lied.
"You're staring at me and then staring at yourself, I can feel it."
Amy could hear Reagan smiling while she spoke. Reagan turned to look at Amy.
"You're hot the way you are okay? Your skin is milky not pale, you are soft not fat, your long legs are gorgeous not stilts okay?" Reagan said, her eyes soft with concern.
Amy nodded. "Okay." How the hell did she get this lucky?
"Okay, good" Reagan smiled and turned her attention back to the window.
She took a few drags before her eyes narrowed onto something below her.
"What is it?" Amy asked watching lazily from her bed.
"Tallish woman, blonde curls, huge smile plastered to her face. That's your mom right? Looks like she went food shopping" Reagan said squinted leaning forward to get a better look.
Amy's eyes went wide as she crept toward her window trying to catch a look at what Reagan was seeing. She yanked Reagan back by her bra strap. Yep. Definitely her mom.
"Shit" Amy hissed violently.
"That bad huh?" Reagan asked seemingly unfazed.
"Yes. That. bad. and now my room smells like cigarettes." She glared at Reagan accusingly.
Reagan shrugged apologetically.
"I'm going to stall her. I'll think of a cover for you" Amy explained.
"Am I going to be your tutor? How about we pretend we are organising a bible study?" Reagan said playfully.
Amy ignored Reagan and adjusted her bra, dragged on her clothes and dashed downstairs, Reagan saw her stalling her mom down by carrying the shopping bags very slowly. She looked up at Reagan and made a face that Reagan could only assume meant 'move from the window and get some clothes before my mom skins the two of us alive.'
Reagan dragged on her cigarette and deliberately blew the smoke at Amy while raising her middle finger mockingly. When Amy was out of view Reagan reluctantly dragged her clothes on and tossed her cigarette butt out the window.
Amy tried to hold her mom off with useless conversation but it wasn't really working. They made quick work of the bags and Amy prayed that her mom didn't want to come into her room for a spontaneous chat. It wasn't often she did it, but she often did it when Amy wanted to chat the least. Today was one of those days, obviously. Amy steered her mom toward the settee that she had been straddling Reagan on not long ago and made her some tea. Anything to keep her occupied and away from the upstairs area.
Amy's phone buzzed:
'I'm coming down now, I have the perfect cover. I'm your Spanish tutor. Whatever I say to you just nod and agree. When I speak to you in Spanish nod and say 'Si'. Okay?'
Farrah heard plodding down the stairs and called out without looking back.
"Lauren?"
No answer.
Farrah smelt Reagan before she saw her. Reagan had emptied her travel sized perfume to get rid of the smoke smell that was clinging to her. Farrah spun her head around to see a shortish girl, with dark hair and equally dark eyes coming down her stairs. She had a rucksack on her back and a smile on her face.
Amy cleared her throat "Mom this is Reagan…my Spanish tutor"
"Ma'am" Reagan nodded.
"Oh no. Just call me Farrah." She smiled wide and stood up off her settee to extend her hand to Reagan. Farrah caught sight of the hickey that was stamped on Reagan's neck and stared a few seconds too long. Reagan followed Farrah's eyes to her neck and immediately widened her eyes in realisation.
Reagan shook Farrah's hand politely while adding "Hi, Farrah. Nice to meet you." She glanced at Amy who was standing awkwardly to the side of them. Amy adjusted her top to make sure that her mark was hidden.
"So….Amy. Today was good, we made a lot of progress." Reagan smiled.
"Yeah. I learnt a lot today. You're a really good teacher." Amy spoke softly.
"¿Tercera base la próxima vez?" Reagan asked with a knowing smirk, looking at Farrah to make sure she was buying it. She was. She thinks.
"Si" Amy nodded.
"Okay well. I better get going. Bye Miss Farrah, Amy." Reagan nodded politely and made her way to the door, Amy walked her out.
Amy glanced behind her and watched as she made her way upstairs with a basket of clean washing. When she was sure she was gone she dragged Reagan toward her using her rucksack straps.
"That was a good cover. Thank you" she whispered.
"No problem. I hope she bought it, I don't want you to get into trouble" Reagan responded nervously.
"She bought it. Don't worry." Amy reassured her. "So…what is it you asked me?" Amy smirked. "I know it was something only for my ears."
"Oh. That. I asked if you want to touch third base next time" Reagan smiled her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Amy readjusted her hands on Reagan's straps and leaned in. "I want to touch all the bases with you," she spoke into Reagan's mouth before replacing her words with her tongue.
"I didn't mean right now Amy." Reagan laughed throwing a glance over Amy's shoulder and pulling back a little.
"Okay. Go. Get out of here." Amy said wiping her mouth and shoving Reagan toward her truck.
They exchanged longing glances at each other before Reagan started her truck and pulled away.
When Amy turned back around she was face to face with her mother. She swallowed. Hard.
"Well, your girlfriend seems nice." Farrah cooed giving Amy's shoulder a quick squeeze.
Amy froze, mouth agape.
"You mean my Spanish tutor?" She emphasised that title way more than she should have. And she knew it. Now it sounded like she had something to hide. Which she did.
Farrah laughed a little and rolled her eyes. "I think she is teaching you a little more than Spanish don't you?
Amy's mouth went dry, her feet felt heavy. She couldn't move.
"So. Do you give all your Spanish tutors hickeys?" Farrah asked raising her eyebrows.
Amy still said nothing.
Farrah gave Amy a reassuring smile. "Amy I'm your mom. I'm not silly. The way she looked at you, back in the house. That's the face of someone in love."
Amy's eyes widened, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Farrah.
"Oh. You didn't know." She asked softly.
Amy shook her head slowly. Farrah nodded apologetically and turned to head back inside.
"Mom?"
Farrah turned back around to look at Amy.
"Thank you." Amy whispered. Farrah nodded and continued her walk back into the house.
Amy really did mean that. Firstly because her mom didn't freak but more importantly because she thought she was the only one in love, she felt silly and juvenile. She didn't want a repeat of the Karma episode even though she knew deep down that Reagan felt something more for her. She doesn't know if it is love, but her mom noticed something in the way Reagan looked at her and that had to mean something.