A/N: SMUTVILLE
Reagan fiddled with the lock on her front door while Amy bounced impatiently.
"Come on, come on." Amy gritted.
"Your hovering is making me nervo- got it!"
Amy shoved Reagan through the door almost pushing her to the ground in the process, if she didn't have a firm grip on the hem of Reagan's dress she certainly would have toppled over. Amy tore off Reagan's jacket and captured Reagan's lips in a bruising kiss, walking until Reagan's head hit a wall. They didn't know which wall. It didn't matter which wall, just as long as they had a stable surface to lean against. Amy's hand slowly rode the hem of Reagan's dress up while Reagan watched her through heavy lidded eyes, Amy could only see a fraction of Reagan's eyes but she knew she was doing something right when she felt Reagan suddenly go stiff against her. Her hand was still riding up the edge of Reagan's dress and Reagan's eyes had closed completely by now, she was focusing on her breaths, because she kept forgetting to breath damn it!. Amy pressed a kiss to Reagan's jaw and Reagan could feel her smiling.
"We should finish this night the right way, don't you think. My gift to you?"
Amy paced back and forth along her bedroom floor. She wasn't going to lie, the thought of this date was stressing her out. She had been awaiting this day for a while, Reagan didn't even see it as a day worth celebrating but Amy had being planting the seed about what a mile stone it was and Reagan had relented, now Amy felt silly. It was only two months. Nothing to phone home about. But Amy felt like it had been so much longer, that's how into this she was. Amy tugged at her skirt in irritation. Reagan had said to 'wear something fancy but casual' and so she was but she felt like she had over did it, her grey pencil skirt was paired with a white silk blouse and red suede t-bar heels, her hair tousled and cascading down her shoulders. Amy heard someone approach her bedroom door and flopped on her bed trying to play it casual.
"Hey, Amy. Are you okay?" Lauren peeked around her door.
"Yeah…no. I'm so nervous. Is this how you felt on your date with Theo?" Amy whined.
"No. I was scared. Way more scared. Because….you know." Lauren gestured downward.
"Yeah. When you put it that way, I feel so silly" Amy muttered.
Lauren gave Amy a small smile. "You'll be fine. Don't worry. I've been watching you over these past few months, you are like one hundred times happier than I've ever seen you. I figured it out a while ago. There is only so many times you can make her park outside without arousing suspicion you know Amy."
Amy laughed a little at that. "You didn't say anything?"
Lauren shrugged. "Not my business, you would let me know when you were ready. Although I heard it from Farrah first," she rolled her eyes at that.
"Children are always so transparent when their parents realise something is up." Amy spoke to herself.
Lauren interrupted Amy's thoughts. "Okay well. Cya." Amy watched her turn on her heel and headed to her room, a short while later Amy heard Lauren gabbing on the phone to with Theo.
Amy decided it would be better to pace downstairs due the larger area of space and then she decided it would be better to sit down and drum her fingers incessantly and then she decided it would be bed to check the fridge ten times as if something she was looking for was going to magically appear. It wasn't going to appear because that wasn't where it was stored, she was looking for courage, liquid courage would have to do. Amy pulled a bottle of wine from the cupboard and took five large gulps, replaced the cork and placed the bottle back from where she had taken it. Just in time apparently because someone was now knocking the door. Amy rearranged her clothing for what seemed like the thousandth time and made her way to the door.
Reagan's face was blocked by a large bouquet of red and white roses, when she lowered it she had a nervous look set into her face.
"Too much?" she asked kind of embarrassed at her grand gesture.
"No. They are perfect Reagan. Thank you." Amy gently took the roses from Reagan and sniffed them gratefully before carefully laying them on the kitchen table. When Amy turned around Reagan was right behind her, almost pinning her to the table. Realising her mistake Reagan stepped back and cleared her throat, she removed a black velvet box from her clutch purse and handed it to Amy tentatively.
Reagan had walked past this particular shop three times now, hovering and then leaving and the coming back. She checked out the clientele inside and felt out of place with her scruffy All Stars, coloured hair and punk rucksack. Reagan wanted to check out their jewellery selection but didn't know if she would be welcomed, or even if she could afford to get Amy something from here, but she had to try. She glanced into the store again and caught the shop assistants eye, the assistant beckoned for her to come in and Reagan made her way tentatively inside the store.
"I've seen you hovering for a while now," the assistant chirped to Reagan. She was tall, like at least 6 feet tall, she was tan and had an accent that didn't place her in Texas. Must be a Cali girl Reagan mused to herself. Her hair was bleached and cut into a pixie. The pixie was extremely layered and was shaved in the sides. This girl wasn't much different from Reagan after all, no wonder she had noticed her, the assistant stood out from the sleek professionals she was working with, the only one to dare do something different.
"Yes, I couldn't decide if whether to come in or not." Reagan spoke softly.
"I can see that." The assistant smiled. Reagan glanced her name tag which had 'Dana' written in fancy font. "So what can I do for you today?" she continued.
"I'm looking for something for my girlfriend and I's anniversary." Reagan said while glancing the selection in the glass below her palms. "Something, I don't know. Nothing too fancy and overboard, you know?" Everything in the glass below her was fancy and had a fancy price to.
"How long have you guys been together?" Dana asked curiously while watching Reagan peruse the stores selection.
"A couple of months" Reagan mumbled looking at Dana, embarrassed.
Dana didn't even blink an eye. "Well, these here," Dana pointed towards the case in front of her "are not for these kind of anniversaries, you can tell by the price tag." she scoffed. Reagan furrowed her brow and looked at Dana. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that," she spoke quickly, then she leaned into Reagan, "the prices in this store are absurd, beautiful jewellery but steep prices." Dana straightened and tried to look busy as her manager walked past them. Dana continued when she was sure her manager was out of shot. "Most of the things in this store are for rich white men and their arm candy, you know."
Reagan nodded disappointed, realising that she was right to not have come here.
Dana thought for a second. "We do have…..something. I think. Let me check for you." She disappeared into the back and Reagan waited for her to return. Dan returned with a black velvet box and Reagan had a good feeling about what was inside. Carefully Dana placed the box on the glass and gently removed it's contents. Straight away Reagan knew it was perfect.
"We haven't had much luck shifting it because the people that come in want big and extravagant. Someone needs to let them know that understated is in." Dana smiled at Reagan. "It's lovely isn't it." Dana asked in awe. "I would get it myself if my rent would allow for it. Even with the sale price it is too much for me."Dana sighed placing her chin in her hands.
Reagan's eyes shot up. "It's on sale?"
"It's being marked down because the store wants to get rid of it." Dana shrugged.
"Perfect" Reagan said. "So how much does this go for?"
Dana quoted a price for Reagan, Reagan grimaced, but then Dana added on what it would cost with the markdown and Reagan perked up again. It was just in here price range. Dana bagged the gift for Reagan and Reagan shoved in into her rucksack.
"I like your bag." Dana remarked.
"I like your hair." Reagan grinned.
Amy looked at the box and then back at Reagan who gave her an encouraging nod. Amy opened the box and fingered the delicate chain sitting inside. It was a gold double layer chain, the top layer had a small dainty hollow triangle hanging from it and the other layer had the same design but this time the triangle was filed with an onyx stone.
"I know it's not much but…" Reagan said hopefully.
Amy's voice broke as she spoke. "Are you kidding!? I love it, I love y-." It was time for Amy to clear her throat this time. "Could you?"
Reagan gave Amy her hand for her to drop the necklace into, she noticed that Amy's eyes were shiny with a layer of water. Tears. Reagan tilted her head affectionately. "Are you crying Amy?" Reagan teased.
"What. No!?" Amy answered defensively swatting at her eyes and turning around, she tried to make it seem as if it was for Reagan to put on her new necklace when really it was more about not crying in front of her.
"I feel so bad I couldn't get you anything" Amy told Reagan sadly, her voice still breaking, her tears threatening to overflow.
Reagan moved the hair from the back of Amy's neck. "That's okay, don't worry. You don't work, I do. It wouldn't be fair for me to expect you to get anything." Reagan reassured Amy while fiddling with the clasp of the necklace. "Besides, you being with me is more than enough for me." Reagan added finishing her task. Amy turned back around to face Reagan, the tears had broken their barrier. "Amy come on, don't cry." Reagan sighed wiping at Amy's tears with her thumbs. "Too much?" she teased. Amy gave a teary laugh, pulled Reagan into a hug and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.
"Turn around, let me see you." Amy smiled wiping her eyes some more.
Reagan did a quick spin and Amy nodded in appreciation. She was wearing a grey dress which had a sharp white collar, the dress ended just before her knee, she had teamed the dress with black knee high socks and plum suede laced ankle boots.
Amy let out a mock wolf howl and pulled Reagan toward her by her waist. Amy held Reagan tight against her and Reagan smiled. Hard. Her eyes were twinkling and the corner of her eyes had laughter lines. She must have laughed a lot in her life to have them at such a young age. Amy liked that. Amy pulled Reagan in again, but sharp enough that it caused Reagan to fall off balance and brace herself on the the table behind them. Reagan and Amy's face were inches apart and Amy wet her lips in anticipation, her hands riding Reagan's dress up to get a firm grip on her ass.
"You know we aren't going to get any thing done if you keep doing that." Reagan whispered at Amy.
Amy gripped harder and pulled Reagan up a little so she was on her tip toes. "Doing what?" Amy asked innocently. One of her hands slipped between Reagan's legs and wow that wine she had chugged earlier was really helping right now. Reagan took a deep breath and pushed herself off the table reluctantly. "You know what," she panted before pulling car keys from her clutch. "Come on," she said shaking the keys at Amy, "The car isn't going to drive itself is it? Actually I think it has an automatic option so it might."
"Your truck isn't automatic. It still has a cassette player." Amy frowned.
"Who said I was driving my truck?" Reagan smirked before making her way to the front door, she opened it and stepped aside to let Amy out first.
"You are truly a gent" Amy curtsied playfully as Reagan bowed.
"Wow. Where did you get this!?' Amy gasped running her hand over the car. It was a white BMW 1 series, it had recently been cleaned and every single part of the car was glistening in the evening light.
"My brother's" Reagan replied walking over to Amy's side of the door and opening for her before seating herself behind the wheel.
"So glad this car has a gear stick," Reagan talked to herself before pressing the start button. The car pulled out from the kerb with a satisfying rev.
"You look so hot right now." Amy said lolling her head toward Reagan. "Your dress is pushing up every time you push the pedal." Her eyes dropped to look at Reagan's legs pumping the pedals. Her arms were draped lazily across the steering wheel, she looked over at Amy.
"You like that?"
"Damn right I do," Amy replied biting her lip and then slowly, slowly she started tip toeing her fingers toward Reagan. She trailed them across her seat, over the arm rest and then toward Reagan's thighs. Reagan didn't flinch, just swallowed and tried her best to focus on the road. Amy kept walking her fingers towards their end goal, the edge of Reagan's dress. She looked lazily at Reagan who was trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably. Amy grabbed the edge of Reagan's dress and slowly started pulling it up, excruciatingly slowly, she could feel the heat coming off Reagan. Reagan squeezed her legs to relieve herself of some of the uncomfortable arousal she was feeling, it helped, but now Amy's hand was trapped between her legs.
"It's warm in here." Amy husked glancing down at her hand which she wasn't rushing to free anytime soon. So Reagan made the decision for her, removing her hand and then placing her two hands firmly on the wheel. Amy laughed and rolled her head towards her window. Reagan glanced at Amy and saw that her cheeks were unusually pink for someone who hadn't been doing any physical activity.
"Have you been pre gaming?" Reagan asked.
"I may have had a few gulps before you came over, yeah." Amy replied breathing condensation onto the window. She doodled a heart in the steam before it faded away.
"Are you okay? We can celebrate another time you know." Reagan responded, concern tingeing her voice.
"I'm fine," Amy reassured her. "Hornier than usual, I'm sure you've noticed, but I don't feel sick or anything."
"Okay, just let me know if it becomes too much okay?"
"Mmm"
Reagan reached out and squeezed Amy's knee before turning her attention back to the road.
Reagan pulled up outside the restaurant and went around to open Amy's door. Amy slide out of the car and adjusted her skirt before grabbing Reagan's hand. Reagan frowned.
"Are you okay Amy?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You're not a huge fan of PDA usually. That's all." Reagan looked down at their intertwined fingers and smiled.
"It's the liquid courage. It makes me do things that I am usually to scared to do." Amy shrugged.
Reagan beckoned the valet guy over and handed him the keys. "Do not let this car get damaged, I beg of you." The valet nodded and very cautiously edged the BMW out of view.
"Reservation for Miss Rosa" Reagan spoke when it was her turn to speak.
"Rosa? That's a pretty name. Amy Rosa." Amy smiled to herself.
Reagan tried stop the grin that was threatening to break through, and she succeeded. Barely.
The server dragged the pen down her list and paused. "Yes, right this way Miss Rosa," she motioned for Reagan and Amy to follow.
"This is such a gorgeous view." Amy breathed when they finally sat in their seats.
"Isn't it." Reagan agreed "My dad suggested it," she continued looking out into the night. "It's not too much is it?" Reagan suddenly worried.
"No. It's perfect, Reagan"
Reagan handed Amy a menu.
"Which foods on here are peanut free?" Amy asked a passing server.
"All of it miss"
"Thank you" Amy said turning her attention back to Reagan. "You remembered?"
"Of course. It's very important to remember information about what can kill your girlfriend, don't you think?" Reagan laughed.
"I suppose so" Amy cooed while eyeing the menu. "So many choices," she muttered to herself.
Reagan closed her menu. "I already know what I'm having: Burger and fries. I'm a simple gal."
"I think I'll have the tomato soup with crusty bread rolls." Amy decided.
"Sounds good" Reagan said beckoning a waiter over and repeating their menu selections.
"Would you like any drinks?"
"Ruby red cola for me and…."
"A glass of water for me please" Amy interrupted. "Thank you" she added. Amy leaned across the table to Reagan "So what are your dreams and aspirations?" she asked faking seriousness. "That's what people who dine at fancy restaurants talk about right?"
"I guess so? Or they talk about how great the expensive wine is or something. I don't know. I don't usually do places like these." Reagan said thoughtfully before turning her full attention to Amy. "Seriously though, what are your dreams and aspirations? You know mine after all."
"I'm not too sure. I always assumed I would be scouted by a modelling agency by now," she laughed. "But my back up plan is a vet, an animal vet." Amy clarified.
Reagan nodded, appreciating Amy sharing her dreams with her. "All animals or just domestic?"
"I think I would be mostly in it for the dogs."
"I was thinking about adopting a dog." Reagan shrugged. "My house is too big and empty for just one person, so I thought a dog would be perfect."
"Can I help you choose?" Amy asked her eyes shining with excitement.
"Sure. I'd love that" Reagan smiled before turning her attention to the food the server had just placed in front of her.
"You know my mom didn't buy our cover right?" Amy asked before breaking off a piece of her bread and dipping it into her almost finished soup.
"No?" Reagan mumbled around a bite of burger.
"Nope. Students don't give their tutors hickeys apparently." Amy gestured toward Reagan's neck. "Where is it any way?"
"I covered it. We're in a classy establishment, I have to act accordingly." Reagan replied suddenly aware of her bad posture.
Amy couldn't respond so she just raised an eyebrow her cheeks adorably stuffed with bread.
"You look like a hamster!" Reagan blew up her cheeks to imitate Amy; Amy smiled wider than she had in ages.
When they stepped outside the air was chilly. Amy clung to Reagan while they waited for the valet to bring the car around, when it arrived Reagan gave it a quick once over and gave the valet a generous tip.
"Alright, you ready to go home?" Reagan asked starting the engine and flicking on the heating.
"Are you joking?"
"No. It's getting late and I want to make a good impression on your mom now that she knows about us/" Reagan said with no hint of joking in her voice.
"We're not going to mine. We're going to yours"
"We are?"
"Yes. Yes we are."
"So?" Amy breathed. "My gift to you?"
Reagan swallowed and opened her eyes a fraction. "What exactly are you asking me?" she whispered, she needed to hear it directly from Amy.
Amy decided to make it clear so there was no misunderstanding, or mix up. She wanted Reagan, she had for months and what better time than on their anniversary?
"I want you."
"Are you sure?" Reagan asked. Amy's body pressed against hers was making it hard for her to keep a clear head, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try.
"Yes. I want this, I want you Reagan." Amy nodded frantically.
"Okay"
"Okay?"
"Yeah." Reagan sighed pulling Amy's mouth down onto hers. Now that they had confirmed that this was something they both wanted Reagan and Amy quickly made their way to Reagan's settee. The bedroom could wait, they just needed a place to lay….for now.
Reagan's hands were shaking as she unzipped Amy's skirt. They had been intimate before, but this was something else. She fiddled with the zip until Amy held her shaking hands, Reagan clenched her jaw and grimaced.
Amy noted that Reagan's eyes were wide and her mouth was turned down, something that happened when Reagan was concentrating or slightly upset. Her hands were still trembling and nothing Amy was doing seemed to be calming them.
"It's okay," Amy whispered. "Breathe, just look at me and breathe. You would think that it was your first time" Amy joked trying to lighten the mood.
"Is it yours, your first time?" Reagan asked curiously.
"Yes - no. It's my first time with a girl, my first time with someone I want and someone who wants me back." Amy whispered tearing up.
"Again!?" Reagan laughed thumbing away Amy's tears for the second time that night.
"You bring it out in me. Do you want me to lead? I don't have a clue what I'm doing but I can try." Amy offered.
Reagan bit her lip and nodded, her hands limp at her side as Amy reached behind her to pull down her zipper. One of Amy's hands rested on Reagan's lower back and the other expertly tugged at the zip, when it had gone its distance Amy slowly worked Reagan's dress off her shoulders. She took the time to admire each obstacle the dress faced: Reagan's shoulders, her stomach, her hips, her thighs. Everything was so perfect, everything Amy didn't know she wanted was right in front of her. It's not as if this was the first time seeing Reagan's body, but it was the first time she saw her trembling in anticipation, the first time they were going to see each other come undone in the most beautiful way.
"You're perfect." Amy said in awe when the dress was finally removed.
"This isn't the first time you have seen me in my underwear Amy." Reagan furrowed her brow and tilted her head.
"But it feels like it." Amy smiled at Reagan, she had noticed that her hands had stopped trembling. "Your hands are good to go now."
Reagan put her hands out in front of her. "Oh yeah. I guess they are. May I?" she reached for Amy's skirt and removed it with no hassle, next to go was Amy's silk shirt, it was gorgeous on Amy but even more gorgeous crumpled on the floor. They both sat down at the same time to remove their shoes; they both laughed at their sync up. When Reagan went to remove her knee high socks Amy insisted that she needed to keep those on, to...keep her feet warm. Not because they were really doing it for her or anything.
"Get upstairs." Reagan commanded.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. Go." Reagan commanded once again.
Amy liked this. Liked that she was able to calm Reagan enough to see her back in charge, because she definitely didn't know what she was doing and didn't want to embarrass herself by doing a crap job. She didn't need telling again and vaulted over the back of the settee and straight up stairs Reagan hot on her tail.
Reagan flicked on the light and inched back onto her bed before flopping backwards throwing her arms above her head with an inviting smirk.
Amy took her time making her way to Reagan, much to Reagan's annoyance.
"Amy -"
"What?" Amy smirked biting her lip.
"Come on. Third times a charm right?"
"We'll see." Amy whispered laying on top of Reagan. Reagan rested her hands on Amy's back and Amy stroked Reagan's hair.
"It's so weird. I want this to be slow and drawn out but I also can't wait to have sex with you." Amy said thoughtfully.
"Why not both?" Reagan muttered trailing kisses up Amy's neck then up to her jaw, placing a bite there.
"True. I just can't believe it's happening right now, two months later." Amy sighed wistfully.
"We have two months of anticipation to get rid of." Reagan whispered into Amy's ear. Amy's fingers flexed in Reagan's hair.
Reagan shifted so that one of her thighs were between Amy's legs. "Okay that's good." Reagan declared satisfied at the flutter of Amy's eyes at her motion.
"Yeah, that's good." Amy agreed opening her eyes to look at Reagan. Reagan's eyes were clouded with desire, her large dark eyes framed by her long dark lashes and Amy wondered if they had always been this long and how she hadn't noticed them before. She also noticed the scattering of freckles Reagan had trailing across her nose.
"Have you always had these?" Amy asked stroking Reagan's nose tenderly.
"What? The freckles?" Reagan asked scrunching her nose. "Always."
Amy hummed in acknowledgment and moved her hands to either side of Reagan's face.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, just checking in." And right after Reagan had made sure Amy was okay, she placed her hands on Amy's waist and pushed her up the length of her thigh and then back down. Amy's face was priceless, her eyes fluctuating between wide and squinting, her mouth alternating between surprise and relief. Reagan did the same thing again and again until Amy took over. Her breathing became ragged and she was having a hard time keeping her mouth closed, she drooled continuously onto Reagan's bed and Reagan made a mental note to tease her about it later, but for now she was too busy staring at this beautiful girl above her. Reagan's hands found the top of Amy's shoulders and dragged her down for a kiss; Amy obliged. Moans were smothered by desperate kisses, hands were endlessly roaming, flesh was manipulated between fingers. Amy's momentum was building and getting more forceful, she was taking what she needed and Reagan was more than happy to give to to her. Reagan let her eyes fall shut as she listened to the rapid breathing of her girlfriend, she was alternating between breathing through her nose and through her mouth. Reagan could feel every single breath because Amy now had her face buried in her neck, the chain of Amy's necklace swinging gently. Suddenly Amy fell silent and her body went stiff, her head shot up "Reagan look at me," she breathed, barely able to form words. Reagan did as was requested and was rewarded with the most beautiful sight. Amy's entire face was red from effort, her whole body dripping in sweat, she was looking at Reagan with a look she had never seen before, a look that went right through her. Her normally green eyes were just black holes, her lips filled with blood and hopelessly pink, the hickey on her chest was a vivd shade of red due to all the blood being forced around Amy's body. Amy was still moving on Reagan's thigh when a strangled moan escaped her lips and her arms collapsed beneath her, her entire body fell on top of Reagan, she was shaking uncontrollably, her breathing also uncontrollable. Reagan had seen a lot of beautiful things but nothing was as beautiful as her girlfriend falling apart in front of her in the most beautiful way.
"You are so fucking hot right now." Reagan murmured into Amy's ear. "So angelic, so lovely." Reagan emphasised her point by flipping Amy onto her back.
Amy laughed, eyes closed, putting a hand on her heaving chest. Reagan watched Amy's chest move rhythmically, like a drum being beat with purpose, a drum Reagan played a part in beating. A drum that she was going to beat so hard that Amy wouldn't be able to stand it, and so Reagan slide her hand down the front of Amy's black floral knickers. Amy arched her back and adjusted her head on the pillow.
"You okay?"
"Are you going to check in about everything you do?" Amy smirked.
"Yes, it's important to check in." Reagan answered in a no nonsense kind of way.
"I'm good," Amy gave a shaky thumbs up to prove her point.
Reagan settled on her side and lay her head on Amy's outstretched arm, Amy bought her arm in draping it lazily over Reagan's shoulder. Amy's knickers were soaked, but Reagan didn't seem in a rush to remove them, she was running her fingers expertly just inside the waistband of Amy's knickers and suddenly dipped them lower. Amy took a sharp intake of breathe and her arm tensed involuntarily around Reagan's head, her other arm reaching blindly to stroke Reagan's hair as an apology for the accidental headlock. It was the first of many headlocks Amy would accidentally inflict on Reagan that night.
"Tell me how you want it." Reagan encouraged, her fingers sliding in and out of Amy excruciatingly slowly.
"This is good," Amy sighed trying to slow her breathing, Reagan picked up speed. "Wait no, this is good." Reagan slowed again. "No this, definitely this." whimpered her right arm resting across her eyes.
"How about….I just do it both ways?" Reagan breathed, her lips finding Amy's jaw.
"Good idea."
Amy's leg were crossed at her ankles, adding much needed pressure to her lower half. Reagan's fingers were moving expertly, the sound of Amy's wetness filling the room.
"Talk to me." Amy begged.
"What do you want me to say?" Reagan whispered into Amy's ear.
"Anything, as long as I hear your voice. Please." Amy panted.
Reagan kissed Amy's neck, then her jaw before settling on Amy's ear. "I've wanted to do this since the first day I saw you, you know that?" Reagan breathed.
"I had…some….idea." Amy whimpered finding it harder to speak.
"You were so cute and the way you demanded that we should go out? If the booth had one way glass I would have taken you right there." Reagan could feel Amy tightening around her the more she spoke.
"Really?"
"Mmm hmmm. I love the way your mouth feels on mine, the way you take charge even though you have no idea what you're doing, the way you always want me." Reagan murmured.
Amy's breath was hitching wildly, her arm tightening around Reagan's head.
"How long have you wanted me Amy? How long have you wanted this? Me inside you?"
"Since forever." Amy panted. She was so, so close.
"Good," Reagan replied curling her lip and increasing her speed. The next few seconds consisted of Reagan's arm pumping furiously and Reagan being worried Amy was going to snap in two due her back arching so incredibly high off the bed. And then Amy's entire body went stiff (Reagan was familiar with what this meant now) and then let her back fall from the air, a strangled cry (another sign Reagan was familiar with now) escaped Amy's lips as she grimaced and closed her eye's hard until she could see stars behind her eyelids. A moment later her entire body went limp and Amy was aware of the sounds of her panting and the smell of sex (in the most delectable way), she contently lulled her head to look at Reagan, that's when she realised Reagan was curled in a ball gripping her head.
"Reagan?" Amy asked shooting up her body racked with concern. "Reagan what's wrong?"
Reagan moaned and rolled on her back still gripping her head. "You should try out for the wrestling team," she mumbled.
"Wait why?" Amy asked face crunched in questioning.
"You have a mean headlock," Reagan laughed. "Owww." she cringed when the laugh sent a surge of unwanted blood to her head making her instantly dizzy.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Reagan. I had no idea, it was an accident I swear." Amy spoke quickly, embarrassed.
Reagan smiled at Amy. "I know Amy. I don't think you tried to crush my head on purpose do I? Unless…"
"Unless what?" Amy asked curtly.
"Unless you are a female praying mantis." Reagan teased, eyes wide.
Amy stared blankly at the wall for a long moment before it hit her. "Ohhhh, because they destroy their partners after sex!" Amy singed in realisation, then laughed to herself. "Good one Reagan…..Reagan?"
Amy didn't know if it was the stress of the headlock or if she was just exhausted from the entire date but Reagan had fallen sound asleep. It was so cute, her hands were still on her head so Amy lowered them gently down by her side then slid off of the bed.
Amy opened the fridge and poured herself a glass of ice cold water, she stretched and cracked a few joints before chugging the water and walking over to the settee and picked up her phone which she had thrown there earlier, she checked her phone for any notifications. Couple of messages from Lauren asking for updates and a message from Karma letting her know she would be coming around tomorrow. Amy walked over to Reagan's TV, there were a select few boxsets that took prize position in her DVD rack: Game Of Thrones boxset, Six Feet Under boxset and Person Of Interest box set, the rest of the DVD's she owned were stacked on the floor beside her fireplace. Amy made a mental note to borrow the POI boxset and then made her way back upstairs to the bedroom, she made a stop at the airing cupboard and grabbed a fresh blanket.
When she re entered the room Reagan's hands were stretched above her head like a kitten waiting for a belly rub. Amy smiled fondly at her girlfriend for a little while before heading over to the wardrobe to find some night wear, she found a navy over sized tee with a white stripe across the middle, and large white numbers that said '96', it came to well above her knee due to her height but it would do. Amy debated whether to keep her underwear on or not, ultimately she decided to leave her knickers on but take off her bra. Next Amy dragged the blanket to Reagan's bed and covered Reagan up to her chin with it, her hands still hilariously stretched out the top of the blanket. Amy crawled under the blanket and stroked her girlfriends forehead a few times tenderly before placing a soft kiss there. A smile tugged on Reagan's lip unconsciously and Amy stroked her cheek with her thumb while composing a message to her mom on her phone:
'Staying at Reagan's, she fell asleep so she is in no state to drop me home. Don't wait up. Love you. Amy XxX'
Amy killed the light on her mobile and stroked her necklace before getting comfortable. Almost immediately Reagan snuggled into her side and rested her head under her chin, her arm flung across her stomach. And as Amy ran her fingers through her girlfriends hair and felt her chest pump breath through her body she knew she wanted this every single day of her life.