A/N: Sorry about the wait. It's short but it's a start.

If it wasn't for the sunlight blazing through the window Amy was sure she wouldn't have woken up for many hours yet. Stretching hard she let out a satisfying groan before glancing at the clothing littering her bedroom floor.

Amy was not sure at what point they had removed their clothes, but she was pretty sure that it was around the same time Reagan complained that the room was 'as hot as a fucking sauna' and informed Amy that she was 'pretty sure she was going to die of dehydration.'

Remembering Reagan's words, Amy crept out of the bed and sleepily tip toed downstairs to grab Reagan a glass of water. 'Better late than never' she thought to herself while running the tap and basking in the coolness of the kitchen. Amy downed the first glass before refilling it and going back upstairs.

At some point in the night they had untangled themselves and Reagan was now on the other side of the bed, blanket half off, her naked back exposed.

Amy was not sure at what point they had removed their clothes, but it was probably around the same time Reagan complained that the room was 'as hot as a fucking sauna' and informed Amy that she was 'pretty sure she was going to die of dehydration.'

Reagan's back rose and fell as she breathed, the patterned mesh of the curtain decorating her back, covering it with tiny dots and large diamonds. Amy reached over and stroked the patterns lightly with her fingers, revelling in the warmth and softness of Reagan's skin. Stretching her fingers wide Amy slowly slid her hand up toward the nape of Reagan's neck and through her hair before going back on herself and travelling back down toward the centre of her back. When Reagan started to stir Amy withdrew her hand.

"Wait… Did we?" Reagan asked voice heavy with sleep.

"I don't think so."

"Then what happened to my clothes?" Reagan asked running her hands along her semi naked body.

"You complained that it was too hot and then you took them off and tossed them across the room."

"Is that for me?" Reagan yawned propping herself up against Amy's headboard. The blanket slipped from her chest to her waist revealing her naked torso and Amy may have stared a just few seconds too long.

Reagan cleared her throat purposefully.

"Hmm?" Amy hummed meeting Reagan's eyes with her own.

"The water. Is it for me?"

"Oh. Yeah. Here." Amy swallowed holding out the glass.

Reagan took the glass and gulped the water greedily, not caring about the overflow that was running down her front.

"Damn," Amy muttered.

Reagan looked down at Amy amusement clear to see, "Amy you're acting like a horny twelve year old boy."

"I am? I am aren't I." Amy sighed. "I'm sorry it's just..…" Amy flopped onto her back staring up at the ceiling.

"It's just what?"

"Have you - erm. Have you. Have you…"

"Amy!?"

"Have you gotten off since we've broken up?" Amy blurted out.

Reagan spluttered as she painfully choked on a mouthful of water. Once she regained her composure she said the only word she could think of: "Wow."

"I'm sorry, I'm just…I'm just curious. That's all."

"Why?" Reagan asked carefully placing her glass behind her.

"Because…I haven't…I was just wondering if you had." Amy whispered.

Reagan reached under her pillow and fished around until her hand made contact with a familiar cool feeling, she retrieved her cigarette case and popped it open. Amy turned onto her side and observed as Reagan pulled out her joint and a match. She put the joint between her lips, struck the match against the case and bought the flame to her lips.

"Sit up and pull the blanket down."

Amy did as she was told, pushing herself up against her headboard and kicking the blanket off of her legs before draping her arms on the window sill behind her.

Reagan pulled the blanket from Amy's legs and slowly straddled her, readjusting herself a few times - unnecessarily - causing Amy's leg to quiver slightly.

"Okay, now open your mouth."

"Why? What are you going to do? Spit in it?"

"Do you want me to?"

Amy shrugged nonchalantly.

"Wow. Noted." Reagan smirked. "Open."

Amy parted her lips cautiously, still not sure what to expect.

"Wider," Reagan instructed before bringing her joint to her mouth and inhaling.

Amy complied, tentatively bringing her hands down to rest on Reagan's thighs.

Reagan cradled Amy's head and leaned in toward her, pressed their foreheads together and exhaled a stream of smoke into Amy's open mouth. The smell was intoxicating and it tasted even better, but it was the image when the smoke had cleared that Amy liked the best. Reagan's smile. The twinkle in her eye as she watched Amy's pupils dilate - which she knew was less to do with the drugs and more to do with the straddling. She made a move to get off of Amy's lap but was stopped when Amy tightened the grip on her thighs.

"More," Amy demanded.

"More?" Reagan whispered raising an eyebrow.

Amy nodded licking her lips hungrily.

"Alright," Reagan said inhaling once again. On Reagan's exhale Amy's hands slowly crept further up Reagan's thighs causing Reagan to gasp slightly. The thin line of smoke became a cloud and Amy took the opportunity to steal a kiss. Reagan wasted no time in deepening it, pushing her body hard into Amy's, forcing a moan to escape Amy's lips.

Amy pulled back abruptly which caused Reagan to stub out her joint in confusion.

"What?"

"I love you."

"Amy…" Reagan said leaning in, attempting to continue where they had left off.

"Which is why," Amy spoke quickly as she ducked Reagan's attempts.

"Amy what the fuck?"

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Amy muttered to herself before turning her attention to Reagan. "Last night you said you didn't trust me."

"Are you kidding me? You want to bring this up now? While I'm in your lap? I trust you okay, is that what you wanna hear."

"Listen I don't blame you for not trusting me."

"I trust you!' Reagan sighed leaning in to kiss Amy.

"You say that, but I don't think you believe it. I want you to….need you to believe it. So until then…"

"Amy I fucked you on your kitchen table yesterday," Reagan laughed.

"Yes well, I had a lapse in judgement. That's all."

"Well have another one."

"Reagan, come on. You know I'm right."

"Oh my god. Why do you have to be so sensible?" Reagan pouted climbing out of Amy's lap.

"Hey…" Amy whispered pulling Reagan toward her and cradling her face. "Stop pouting, it's making me change my mind."

"Okay, well. I'm gonna go and jump in the shower." Reagan decided, pulling away and making her way toward the bathroom.

Amy watched as Reagan disappeared into the bathroom, silently cursing herself for showing so much restraint. The blonde gathered their clothes off the ground and slipped into Reagan's t-shirt, pulling it up over her nose and inhaling deeply. She fell back onto her bed, t-shirt over her face and a new resolve. She wanted Reagan, she really did, more than anything. But she knew that if she wanted Reagan, all of her then it was worth waiting a little while longer.