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Amy woke up feeling at the empty spot beside her.
"Reagan?"
Amy relaxed when she heard the sound of sizzling and music playing throughout the house, she rolled onto Reagan's still warm spot and stretched with a long groan. The sound of Reagan singing in Spanish caused Amy to smile while she swung her legs off the edge of the bed; of course she couldn't understand what she was saying, but the domestic feel of it all was causing Amy's heart to fill with pure love. Amy plodded to the bathroom to use the toilet when she saw that Reagan had left a towel, knickers and spare toothbrush out with a ripped piece of paper with the name 'AMY' scrawled on it. After using the toilet Amy washed her face and brushed her teeth before heading downstairs.
Reagan was dancing around her oven dressed in only a t-shirt and black boy shorts, she hadn't even bothered wearing a longer t-shirt to cover any flesh that would surely be hit with spitting oil. Amy sat on the stairs and watched in amusement while Reagan used the spatula as a mic and used a step stool to reach the cupboard for salt and pepper. Reagan almost fell off the stool when she spotted Amy watching her intently from the stairs.
"Amy you creep!" Reagan screeched placing her hand on her racing heart. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on someone while they are handling hot liquids?" Reagan sighed gesturing towards the frying pan.
"What are you making?" Amy smiled making her way towards Reagan.
"Well I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but that's off the table now. Eggy bread, bacon, toast, mushrooms and beans - Is that okay?" Reagan talked loudly over the music.
"Really? I thought you lived on pizza."
"I snuck out and bought food so that I could actually make you something." Reagan said while flipping a piece of eggy bread.
Amy pressed a kiss to Reagan's cheek. "Thank you"
Reagan gestured to the settee for Amy to sit down while she finished preparing their breakfast. It was a few more minutes of Reagan talk singing and Amy watching Reagan's ass bounce while she bobbed to the music before Reagan let Amy know the food was ready.
"Tea, coffee or juice babe?" Reagan called to Amy.
Amy's eyes turned soft and adoring, they had never called each other pet names before and Reagan had said it so comfortably, like they had been doing it forever, like cooking breakfast for her was an everyday thing for them.
"Amy?" Reagan asked again when she didn't hear a response. She turned to face Amy this time, "Are you okay?" Reagan asked face crumpling in concern.
"Err yeah - yeah I'm good. Um, tea would be good. I mean you don't have tea do you? I'll take the juice please." Amy mentally face palmed herself at how silly she must be looking right now.
"I have tea if you want it." Reagan laughed raising an eyebrow at Amy. "Do you want it?"
"Please." Amy nodded getting up to walk towards Reagan's DVD rack. "Can we start watching Person Of Interest right now?" Amy asked flipping the DVD in her hand to view the blurb.
Amy heard rustling in the cupboards and the sound of bubbling hot water, the music being cut off and then the gentle rattling of the items on the trays Reagan was carrying over to her.
"Yeah sure, we can watch that it right now if you want." Reagan said placing a tray of food into Amy's crossed legs.
"Let's do it."
"Where are the lesbians!?" Amy exasperates while crunching on a strip of bacon.
"Root doesn't appear until episode 13 and Sameen doesn't appear until season 2 episode 16." Reagan replied eyes glued to the screen.
"So we can't just skip forward?" Amy asked eyes glued on Reagan.
"No. Every episode is a necessity. When you go home you can watch Root/Shaw montage videos on the internet if you want"
Amy reached across and stole a piece of Reagan's bacon and she didn't even notice. "Do you do that, look at sentimental fan vids?"
"Sometimes," Reagan answered truthfully.
"Cute," Amy said leaning her head on Reagan's shoulder and linking their hands together, turning her attention back to the screen. The next few episodes flew by without any more chatter, just hand holding and Amy stealing Reagan's now cold food.
Amy checked Reagan's assortment of body washes and shampoo's, she settled on a mango shampoo and a pomegranate&lemon body wash, then she slipped out of Reagan's oversized t-shirt and into the shower. After 10 minutes of showering Amy decided to call it a day and slipped the t-shirt back on before making her way to the bedroom in a cloud of steam.
Amy glanced at Reagan's phone which was vibrating periodically to remind her of unread messages.
*bzzt*
'Hey 'Dj Rosa', I left my number with the club manager but you still haven't called me so I guess you haven't spoken to them. Do you still want your equipment or should I flog it? I could do with the extra cash actually'
*bzzt*
'This is Jack by the by.'
Amy felt a pang of curiosity and picked up Reagan's phone - just to take a quick look. The phone was locked with a passcode.
"0412" Reagan said from the doorway.
Amy jumped and the phone fell from her hand onto the ground. "I was just - erm you know- just looking to see what phone you had."
"Sure Amy." Reagan laughed still leaning against the door. "What does it say?"
Amy raised both her eyebrows while pressing her lips into a straight line. "Hm?"
"The text Amy, what does it say?" Reagan reiterated.
Amy unlocked the phone a little too eagerly and read the text aloud to Reagan, Reagan verbalised the reply she wanted Amy to send back.
'Works been slow, so I haven't needed my equipment. Also it was dumb of me not to give you my number because I had to wait for you to get in contact with me when I could have done it weeks ago.'
"Read it back to me," Reagan commanded. Amy did and Reagan gave the thumbs up to send the text. Seconds later Jack had replied.
'Yes, that was pretty dumb of you. But you can make it up to me with the coffee you promised.'
"Woah, bit forward isn't she?" Amy complained reading and re reading the text message Jack had sent.
"I promised her a coffee for looking after my gear. You know that because I told you, but I guess you had orgasm brain or something." Reagan smirked. "Text back some form of acknowledgment and then ask for her address, I can go pick up my gear after I drop you off."
Amy frowned, still suspicious of this Jack girl but she did as she was told and then locked the phone placing it on the nightstand. "I had no idea it was this late. I promised my mom I would be home in the morning but it's nearly the afternoon!" Amy panicked.
"Calm down Amy. I'm sure your mom isn't going to send out the search and rescue team." Reagan laughed. "I'm gonna go shower," she said grabbing some grey jogging bottoms and a crisp white tee before heading out toward the bathroom.
Reagan's phone buzzed again but Amy had the restrain to ignore it, she did trust Reagan after all. She grabbed her own phone and gave her mom a quick update before falling back on the bed to get some shut eye.
Amy awoke with fluttering eyes when she felt the weight beside her. Reagan was looking at her with those big eyes and it seemed as if she had been doing it for quite a while.
"Were you watching me sleep?" Amy mumbled placing her hands over her face.
"No." Reagan smiled.
"Yeah, you were." Amy mumbled again rolling onto her side to face Reagan, she reached her hand out to stroke the hair out Reagan's face and then bought it down to her cheek and squeezed it lightly. "Your cheeks are so chubby and soft," Amy marvelled.
"Gee thanks, you really know how to make a girl feel special." Reagan laughed lightly pressing her face into Amy's hand.
"I want this every day," Amy said eyes looking hopefully at Reagan.
"What grabbing my cheeks? Yeah, so do I, it's super relaxing." Reagan sighed closing her eyes.
"Very funny. No I want this. Waking up to you cooking breakfast and singing at the top your lungs in Spanish. I want that. Everyday." Amy whispered.
"Me too. I want to wake up to you spooning me and not letting me go when I try and go to the bathroom." Reagan laughed. "Seriously, you're like a baby monkey clinging to it's mother," Reagan teased, then she pressed a soft kiss to Amy's lips and Amy felt butterflies erupt in her stomach like this was the first time Reagan had ever kissed her. It felt like the first time every time they kissed and Amy prayed she would never lose that feeling.
"Okay, you're all packed." Reagan said zipping her rucksack shut and handing it to Amy. It contained her clothes from the previous night, her shoes and Reagan had secretly packed her Person Of Interest boxset because she knew Amy really wanted to catch up. "Those shorts look good on you," she continued lifting the over sized tee Amy had borrowed to get a better look. Reagan had given Amy a pair of gym shorts to wear instead of the pencil skirt she had worn the previous night. "You ready?"
"Yeah, let's go." Amy sighed.
"You sure you don't want to borrow any trainers Amy?" Reagan asked before grabbing her keys.
"No, it's only a short walk to your truck, I don't need any and I'm not wearing my heels with gym shorts I'm going to look dumb." Amy reassured her before heading downstairs.
Amy tiptoed across the scorching ground all the way to Reagan's truck as Reagan looked on in amusement.
"You should have just asked for a pair of socks." Reagan scolded while opening the door to her truck. "Saves all the tip toeing."
"It's fine, it literally took 3 seconds to walk to your truck." Amy replied squeezing her feet and brushing off the excess dirt.
"If you say so babe."
Amy got that adoring look in her eyes again and she instantly snatched Reagan's hand and squeezed. She wasn't sure if Reagan was calling her 'babe' unconsciously but Amy didn't care, she would take it when she could get it.
"Reagan please carry me!" Amy begged snatching her foot back inside the truck, the ground was scorching hot and she didn't feel like getting her skin peeled off by the burning concrete.
"I told you to wear shoes Amy." Reagan reminded.
"I know, but I didn't know you were going to park this far away from my house!" Amy whined.
"Well it's not my fault someone has invited their entire family to their house. Unforeseen circumstances Amy, they're a bitch." Reagan sing songed.
"I was wrong. I'm sorry. Please just carry me." Amy mumbled, admitting defeat.
"Okay, come on." Reagan sighed without annoyance holding out her arms toward Amy. "Baby monkey or wedding threshold?"
"What is the wedding threshold?" Amy quizzed.
"Like…you know. The way you would carry someone if they hurt their ankle or something. The way a man carries his wife through a doorway on their wedding day." Reagan explained.
"Yeah, I want that one." Amy smiled climbing into Reagan's outstretched arms.
Amy was glad she was awake while Reagan carried her this time. She was confident and her approach was slow and steady. It was nice, this small girl carrying her like she was the weight of a feather. Amy smiled resting her head against Reagan's, linking her arms around Reagan's neck.
"Do you think you will carry me like this when we get married?" Amy asked suddenly.
"When?" Reagan suddenly stopped walking and looked up at Amy, Amy smoothed the hair on top of Reagan's head nervously.
"If - I mean. I'm not saying, you know. I'm just saying, would you?" Amy spluttered.
"Sure. I mean, you obviously can't carry me, your arms are like noodles. So I am fine doing the leg work." Reagan smiled continuing the journey toward Amy's.
"Okay." Amy said relaxing, grateful that Reagan didn't make a big deal of her slip up.
Too soon they were at Amy's front door.
"I'm gonna put you down now so you can get your keys." Reagan said starting to lower Amy.
"No, there's no need. The door is usually always unlocked in the day time." Amy said quickly.
"What? Why? It must be nice not to worry about things like that." Reagan mused, watching while Amy kicked down the handle and kicked open the front door.
"I now pronounce you wife and wife," Amy joked when Reagan carried her through the front door.
"You may now kiss the bride," Reagan whispered dropping her gaze to Amy's lips. Amy didn't need telling twice and struggled out of Reagan's grasp so that she could kiss her properly, with lots of groping of course.
"Just stay a few minutes longer," Amy begged shedding Reagan's rucksack and dragging Reagan closer to her.
"Just a few minutes," Reagan agreed, knowing full well they were fooling themselves.
Amy wasted no time dragging Reagan towards the stairs, making her way up them backwards with Reagan simultaneously pushing her up and pulling her down. When they burst into Amy's room Reagan's hands were frantically bunching Amy's t-shirt, Amy's hands were gripping generous hand fulls of Reagan's ass and thighs. None of them noticed the surprised gasp when they had burst into Amy's room, they were too busy with other things. It wasn't until Reagan looked over Amy's shoulder that she noticed they were not alone.
Reagan pulled her mouth around from Amy's, "Erm, Amy?"
"Mmm?" Amy asked trying to pull Reagan's mouth back onto hers.
Reagan prised herself away from Amy and took a step away prompting Amy to turn to see why her girlfriend didn't want to kiss her anymore.
"We have company," Reagan visibly swallowed.
"Yes, you do." Karma replied with crossed arms.