A/N: I had written a completely different version of this, but my computer lost it. So now we have this. And a huge hello to new favs/subs I hope you enjoy your time here.

"I. don't. think. this. is. a. good. idea." Reagan managed between kisses.

"Should we stop?" Amy asked pulling away.

"I said I didn't think this was a good idea. I didn't say we should stop did I?" Reagan breathed while unbuttoning Amy's shirt.

"Smart ass," Amy smirked as Reagan manoeuvred her to sit on the edge of the table before dropping to her knees.

"I mean… I knew it would be a bad idea trying to tutor you at home while nobody else was here. But I thought we both had firm boundaries." Reagan explained while expertly undoing the button on Amy's jeans. "But obviously those boundaries are pretty flimsy, because here. we. are." Reagan grunted as she yanked Amy's jeans and underwear down to her ankles.

...

Reagan rapidly clicked her fingers in front of Amy's face, causing her to jolt in her seat as she was startled by the invasion of her daydream.

"Amy this is like the 3rd time you've fallen into a daydream. Are you bored?"

"No, no I'm not," Amy reassured sitting straight in her seat. "Far from it actually."

"Okay." Reagan said, even though her face clearly showed that she didn't believe Amy one bit. "We don't have to do this you know. We can do something else if you want."

"No we should keep doing this."

"Ah. To be honest I don't feel like speaking to myself for the hundredth time while you space out again."

"One more chance?" Amy asked fluttering her eyelashes and smiling coyly.

"One more." Reagan agreed, grabbing a fresh sheet of paper and repeating the algebra problems she had done several times previously.

...

Amy shrugged guiltily. "We can stop…?" she offered, knowing full well that she nor Reagan had any intentions of stopping what was about to happen.

"Can we though?" Reagan mumbled as she pushed up Amy's tank top and kissed her exposed stomach.

"Mmm hmm," Amy sighed in response watching intently as Reagan made her way down toward her thighs.

"Yeah.…we can stop whenever we want. Definitely." Reagan nodded before burying her face into Amy's lap.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Reagan groaned rubbing at her brow frustrated.

To be fair Amy had lasted fifteen minutes before lapsing back into her daydream - which was ten minutes longer than last time.

"Look I'm sorry," Amy sighed reaching for Reagan's arm. "I'm just really spacey today."

...

Reagan dropped her head onto the table, resting her head on her crossed arms. "About what?"

"Hm?"

"What are you so spacey about?"

"Oh…just life stuff. You know how it is." Amy shrugged averting her eyes. "I'm not lying I swear," she insisted when Reagan raised her eyebrow suspiciously.

"Didn't say you were," Reagan remarked sitting up in her chair. "But you're pretty defensive about it, so now I can't help but wonder what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

"It's no big deal. Just didn't sleep much last night." Amy said quickly.

"What does that have to do with you day dreaming?" Reagan laughed, "You are so bad at lying Amy. So bad."

Amy said nothing, just grabbed her pen and began answering all the equations that Reagan had given to her. When she was finished she was met with a look of complete disbelief.

"Fuck. I should have known." Reagan muttered leaning forward placing her chin in her hands.

Amy smiled sheepishly, "I just wanted to spend time with you."

"If you wanted to spend time with me you should have just asked, you know like a normal human being."

"So what do we do now?" Amy asked sheepish look still plastered on her face.

"Now? We are going to talk about these sex daydreams you've been having about me."

Amy panicked and quickly stood up from her seat. "I er…I don't- don't know what you're talking about."

"Righttttt….." Reagan nodded running her finger along the table as she stood up and made her way around to Amy.

The closer Reagan got to her the further Amy backed into the table.

"Reagan what are you doing?" Amy croaked as Reagan placed her hands either of her and got way too close.

"I just wanna talk…about life stuff." Reagan insisted taking a step closer to Amy.

Amy pushed herself onto her tip toes desperate to create a tiny bit of distance between them so that she could breathe.

"I literally can not talk when you're this close," Amy whispered.

"Who said you had to talk?"

Amy had been pushed so far back that she was now practically sitting on the while, while trying not to sit on the table.

"Just sit down Amy." Reagan said nudging Amy just enough so she was now seated on the table.

"This is exactly like the day dream," Amy whispered to no one in particular.

"Wait, what?"

"I…this is exactly like the daydream." Amy repeated embarrassed.

"Did we fuck on this table? Because that would be pretty hot, don't you think?"

Amy said nothing but nothing needed to be said.

"Tell me about it. The day dream." Reagan murmured eyes fixed firmly on Amy's.

"Do you really want to know?"

Reagan raised her eyes brows biting her lips, pretty much confirming that she wanted every single detail.

"Okay…erm…. We were making out and then you said it wasn't a good idea."

"Well that's dumb," Reagan frowned.

"But then you said although it wasn't a good idea but we shouldn't stop," Amy continued eyeing Reagan carefully to gauge her reaction.

"Better," Reagan mumbled against Amy's lips before cupping her face and kissing her in the way that always made Amy's stomach drop. It took Reagan a couple of swipes of her tongue to fully engage Amy but as soon as that hurdle had been passed they were fully invested. Reagan pulled Amy tight against her, pressing her hips between Amy's open legs, slowly snaking her fingers under her shirt and gently stroking her bare skin. Reagan pulled her lips off Amy's and they were barely an inch apart when she spoke again.

"What happened next?"

"Then you…."

"I?"

"You, ah, you started to unbutton my shirt," Amy breathed biting her lips.

Reagan hesitantly reached for Amy's shirt and started carefully undoing her buttons. She made quick work of the buttons - just like she always did, just like old times.

"What next?" Reagan asked eyes leering at the tank top clinging tightly to Amy's torso.

Amy licked her lips hungrily. "You dropped to your knees."

Reagan slowly dropped to her knees looking up at Amy with smouldering eyes, not once breaking eye contact. Amy sighed trying to relieve the storm the was whipping in her stomach, it felt like there were a million butterflies desperately fighting to burst out and carry her away. The dull ache she was feeling down below became more persistent the longer she looked at Reagan. After what felt like an eternity Reagan finally broke eye contact in favour of pushing up Amy's tank top to reveal her midriff - which was now entirely covered in goosebumps.

"This isn't how it goes," Amy breathed pushing her hair out of her face.

Reagan laughed against Amy's stomach, "Do you even care?"

Amy shook her head and then inhaled sharply when Reagan pressed a wet kiss on her bare skin. Slowly Reagan snaked her way down toward the waist of Amy's jeans, looking at up at Amy briefly before popping her button and motioning for her to lift herself off the table.

"This. is. a. one. off." Reagan grunted as she yanked Amy's jeans and underwear down to her ankles. "We can't be alone together again, we need to keep it strictly public from now on."

"Mmm hmm," Amy nodded her eyes fluttering as Reagan's hand roamed over her thighs.

"I'm being serious," Reagan mumbled as she peppered kisses along the inside of Amy's thigh. "No more being alone together."

Amy didn't have time to respond before Reagan's face was planted firmly between her legs.

"Oh my fucking god," Amy whimpered threading her fingers through Reagan's hair.

Reagan grabbed Amy's hips, pulled her closer and pressed deeper. And Amy swore that she would die right there on that table. Her head lolled back, her breathing became ragged and her chest pushed out as her back formed an incredible arch.

"Yeah?" Reagan smirked as she replaced her mouth with her fingers.

"Mmm hm-"

Reagan's fingers immediately stilled as she snapped her head toward the front door. Amy's previously unfocused eyes were now sharp and laced with worry. There was another knock on the door before the letterbox was pushed ajar and a voice filled the house.

"Amy? Are you home?"

"Karma," Amy mouthed to Reagan.

Reagan nodded withdrawing her fingers from Amy and motioning for her to open the door.

Amy frowned and shook her head adamantly grabbing Reagan's wrist as she stood up.

"Where are you going!?" Amy hissed.

"To get the door?"

"Just leave it," Amy insisted pulling Reagan toward her.

Reagan took that opportunity to slide her hand behind Amy's neck and pull her into a soft kiss, allowing her to deepen it a few seconds before easing back. "Make yourself decent," Reagan whispered before pushing herself off the table and toward the front door.

When Reagan opened the door Karma had already made it halfway down the porch steps.

"Hey," Reagan called out to her.

Karma turned to face Reagan, not quite being able to place her voice without seeing directly where it was coming from.

"Erm, Hi?" Karma stammered eyeing Reagan's messy hair. "Is Amy there?" she continued, making her way back up the stairs.

Reagan closed the door just enough so that Karma couldn't see what was happening directly over her shoulder.

"Ah, yes. Amy is…she went to the bathroom. So."

"So…can I come in or?" Karma asked trying to peer behind Reagan.

"Oh, right. Yeah. Come in." Reagan said slowly opening the door wider to allow Karma inside.

When Reagan turned around Amy was leaning awkwardly on the table, she had managed to skip some buttons on her shirt and her jeans were unbuttoned.

"What the fuck Amy?" Reagan mouthed, gesturing toward her dishevelled appearance.

"Sorry. I went to the bathroom," Amy apologised shooting Karma what she hoped was an earnest look.

"Errr, okay. Cool. Can we talk?" Karma asked completely glossing over the fact that Amy looked thoroughly fucked - literally.

Amy looked over at Reagan and licked her lips nervously, accidentally getting a taste of herself in the process and right then Amy wanted nothing more than to take Reagan right where she stood. Instead she flitted her eyes back toward Karma.

"Sure we can talk."

"Good. I'll er…meet you in your room?"

"Yeah, I'll see you in a minute."

As soon as Amy heard her bedroom door closed she marched over to Reagan and slammed her against the wall using her forearm.

"You can't leave me like this," Amy pleaded searching Reagan's face for a hint of empathy.

"Sorry babe." Reagan smirked watching desperation spread across Amy's face.

"Are you fucking kidding?" Amy hissed as Reagan stepped away from her and grabbed her rucksack from the table.

Reagan placed her fingers in her mouth sucking on them thoughtfully while Amy eyed her greedily.

"Sorry, no can do." Reagan decided popping her fingers out of her mouth. "We will just bang all the time instead of working on our issues."

"Reagan please," Amy pouted.

"Cute….but…"

Amy pouted harder tilting her head for added emphasis.

"Fuck," Reagan muttered.

"Is that a yes?" Amy grinned.

"No, I was just thinking about how you almost got me…..almost. Anyway Karma is waiting for you so I'm gonna go."

"Reagan…" Amy whined.

"Yeah?"

"I…"

Reagan grabbed Amy's shirt and dragged her forward. "Don't say it," Reagan whispered against Amy's lips. "Do not say it," she repeated dropping her head onto Amy's chest. Amy nodded looping her arms around Reagan pulling her tight against her, resting her chin on top of her head.

"Amy?" Reagan asked after a few minutes.

"Yeah?"

"You look like a three year old dressed you." Reagan teased, gently pulling away from Amy.

"I was panicked!" Amy laughed as Reagan undid the buttons on her shirt and redid them correctly.

"I can tell," Reagan smirked reaching for Amy's jean button. "Actually you should do that yourself," Reagan decided.

"Okay so to be 100% sure we're not going to do this again?" Amy asked making a show of slowly doing up her jeans and zipping her fly.

"Nope," Reagan muttered watching as Amy's adept fingers ran through her hair trying to make herself a little more presentable.

"Okay well…this was…nice." Amy whispered.

"Yeah…" Reagan agreed clouded eyes locked onto Amy's.

"Even though you left me hanging…"

"You're gonna have to take that up with Karma," Reagan reminded.

"I'd rather take it up with you," Amy murmured stroking Reagan's cheek.

"Nice try Amy," Reagan whispered steadily feeling her resolve crumbling. "Okay, I gotta go," Reagan said quickly spinning from Amy's grip before her resolve crumbled completely.

"So…we'll talk later?" Amy asked carefully.

"Sure," Reagan confirmed giving Amy one last lingering look before leaving.

"Amy?" Karma called from the top of the stairs.

"Yeah, I'm coming." Amy sighed, smiling slightly at the irony of her words.