Amy smiled wistfully and leaned her head back against the car seat, a small sigh escaping her lips as Reagan entwined their hands above the gear stick, tracing light circles on the inside of her palm.

"Why the sigh shrimp girl?" Reagan inquisitively asked, shooting the blonde a questioning glance before moving her focus back towards the road.

"Nothing slips past you does it?" she playfully retorted, turning her gaze towards the drivers seat.

"Not when it comes to you apparently shrimp girl".

"Okay I think I'm going to need to implement a quota for the use of that nickname because it's getting a little out of hand, a few of your friends even started to use it whilst we were bowling the other night!" Amy joked, feigning frustration.

Reagan let out a husky laugh at that, rolling her eyes slightly. "Alright then Amyyyyy" she enunciated, "I'll cut it out for tonight. As long as you stop avoiding my question and tell me why you were sighing whilst pensively peering out the window of my car".

"It was a happy sigh, I'm just happy that's all" she admitted.

"About what?" Reagan pried, trying to fish for a bit more information.

"About the fact that I've got a chauffeur who is driving me home instead of having to walk half way across town" she jibbed, not wanting to put a stop to their playful banter.

The silence she received in return was enough to tell Amy that her girlfriend actually wanted a serious response, and without looking over at her she could just tell that Reagan had her eyebrow quirked up and an unimpressed expression plastered across her face.

Amy cleared her throat and tried to formulate her emotions into a sentence that would make at least a mild amount of sense.

"I'm happy about you obviously!" she finally announced, tightening her grip on Reagan's hand. "I really did mean it outside the restaurant when I said I wanted a future with you. And it does feel a little overwhelming and I know you've only officially been my girlfriend for like…12 minutes or something but ugh, I'm just, that just makes me happy and it makes me want to smile and sigh and whatever else".

As soon as her proclamation was out, Reagan swerved the truck to the right and switched the engine off before wordlessly undoing her seatbelt.

"Ummm, why did you stop the car?" Amy cluelessly asked.

"Because we're at your house," the raven-haired girl replied, motioning behind her to the blonde's front yard. "I would have stopped the car regardless of where we were though", she added, "Because I don't think I could have waited another second to do this".

Reagan leaned across the console towards her, looping her hand around her neck and hungrily pulling her lips towards her own.

Amy eagerly deepened the kiss, the impossibly dark glint in Reagan's eyes eliciting the overbearing feeling of pure want to rush over her.

The windows of the truck fogged up in a matter of minutes as the two of them desperately grasped at one another, unable to get close enough due to the confines of the vehicle.

Just as Amy undid her seatbelt and began coaxing Reagan over to sit on her lap there was a loud tap on the adjacent window.

Both of their heads simultaneously snapped up, mortified at the thought that Amy's mother had caught them in the midst of a full on make out session outside the house.

"It's good to see that the damage I accidentally inflicted was reversible and that the two of you have sorted things out" Lauren smirked, narrowing her eyes at the state of the two girls.

"Oh thank god it's just you Lauren", Amy sighed with relief, "for once your presence has actually abated my stress levels".

"Well I can assure you that if Farrah had caught the two of you, she couldn't possibly be any more scarred than I am right now" the smaller girl quipped back.

Reagan chuckled at this and decided that moving back across to her seat would be the most appropriate thing to do.

"Oh no, don't let my little interruption stop the two of you, feel free to continue tearing each others clothes off, I was about to head inside anyway" she jokingly continued, her smirk only deepening at the brunette's movements.

"Ugh we most definitely were not about to tear each others clothes off Lauren, in fact I was just about to head inside as well so I'll catch up with you in a few minutes" Amy unconvincingly defended.

"Right well I'm going to pretend like I believe you and head to bed. And if you plan on sneaking your girlfriend inside the house, which I'm sure you have every intention of doing, try to keep the noise to an absolute minimum".

"That thump the other night was because I fell off the bed actually," Amy reasoned.

"I'm sure that's what happened" Lauren replied, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, it was nice to meet you Reagan" she politely smiled, offering the two girls a small wave before heading towards the house.

The two girls waited for Lauren to disappear through the front door before turning back towards each other, having both finally caught their breath.

"She was right you know" Reagan admitted, stretching her hand out to softly brush a strand of the blonde's hair behind her ear.

"About what?" Amy softly questioned, leaning into the touch.

"I was a few seconds away from tearing your clothes off," she laughed, although behind her playful chuckle it was evident that she was being completely serious.

"She was right about me having every intention of sneaking you upstairs as well" Amy added, opening the car door and jumping out onto the street.

"After the speech you gave me, I don't think I'd be able to concentrate on the road whilst I drove home anyway shrimp girl" Reagan reasoned, pulling her keys out of the ignition and shutting the car door behind her.

"I thought we agreed that you'd stop calling me that for the remainder of the evening" Amy pointed out as she rounded the car and headed towards the front yard.

"Well since I failed so miserably at that I guess I'll just have to make it up to you once we get upstairs" she teased.

A light blush crept over Amy's cheeks at this and she dug her nails into her palm to stop herself from kissing Reagan again right outside her front door.

"I'm not going to object to that," she whispered in response.

Karma & Liam

Karma sat in the passenger seat of Liam's vintage Mercedes; gloomily rubbing her hands together as she fixatedly stared at her lap.

"I'm sorry, again" she whispered, "I just wanted to help Amy move on".

"Yeh well maybe she's not the one who needs to" Liam snappily replied, trying to reign in his anger and disappointment.

"What does that mean?" Karma questioned, turning her gaze in his direction.

"You seriously don't get it" he sighed, unsure of how his girlfriend couldn't see what was so blaringly obvious to everyone else.

"Okay so maybe I got a little carried away with the whole kale thing", she admitted, lightly shrugging her shoulders.

Liam rolled his eyes at the admittance because he was fully aware that Karma had gone way too far as opposed to her description of having gotten 'a little carried away'.

"It's just that Shane told me how territorial lesbians can be and I was worried that Reagan was trying to push me out", she continued, trying to explain her actions as best as possible.

"Shane manipulated you so we'd go on a group hang with his…trainer" Liam pointed out, unsure of how Karma was oblivious to his best friends ulterior motives.

"Oh" Karma dejectedly responded, averting her gaze back towards her lap.

"You just can't stand the thought that one day Amy might love someone as much as she loves you," he exasperatedly snapped.

The tears instantaneously started to well up in Karma's eyes and she knew that the minute she spoke she would start to lose her resolve.

"I want Amy to be happy just like I'm happy with you" she choked out.

"You sure about that, because sometimes I wonder if I'm the one you want to be with", Liam muttered.

"What? Of course you are!" Karma shrilly responded, growing agitated that he would even insinuate something like that after everything they'd been through.

"Your parents think that you're still with Amy. I have to drop you off down the street" he explained, "I mean I thought this was suppose to be a fresh start".

"It was, it is" Karma sighed.

"Then why does it still feel like Amy is your girlfriend and I'm second best?" he whispered, exhaustion replacing the anger that had been flooding out of him moments before.

"That isn't fair" she tried to reason.

"Maybe not, but it's true" Liam dejectedly pointed out.

Karma hesitated, trying to muster up anything to say to reassure him, but her mind was blank and she knew there was no point trying to refute the fact that there was truth in his words.

Her silence only caused Liam to become even wearier and he knew that they should continue the conversation the following day once they'd both cleared their heads.

Leaning across the console, he opened up the passenger door to signify that the conversation was over.

"Goodnight Karma" he offered, turning his gaze towards the road ahead of him.

Still unable to conjure up anything to say, Karma wordless hopped out of the car.

Standing on the road in the crisp air, she wasn't able to hold herself together, and as she watched Liam's taillights disappear in the darkness up ahead she felt the salty tang of her own tears hit her lips as she begun to sob helplessly.

She honestly didn't know what on earth was wrong with her, other than the fact that she was petrified that her and Amy were going to drift apart and the idea of that happening clearly brought out the worst in her.

She felt like an idiot, not only for making an absolutely horrendous first impression on Reagan, but for trying to control Amy's every move. And although Shane had manipulated her into considering crashing the date at Communal, once the idea was in her head it wasn't as though she needed any coercing.

Hastily wiping at her eyes she decided that she needed to fix this now. Liam was already long gone and she knew that he wanted to save the rest of their conversation until tomorrow but she knew she owed Amy a sincere apology and she wanted to make things right between the two of them tonight.

She started to head back down the road in the direction of Amy's house, reasoning that the walk would give her a bit of time to think about her own behavior, along with everything Liam had said to her.

However not wanting to show up completely unannounced, she decided to send Amy a quick text to let her know she was heading over.

'Hey Amy, I know you told me to leave you alone but I won't be able to sleep unless I make things right with you. I'm heading over to your house now to talk things out and apologize for everything I've said and done tonight so I hope that's okay. See you soon x'.

Amy & Reagan

The minute Amy had finished exchanging brief pleasantries with her mother she bounded up the stairs towards her bedroom, hastily closing the door behind her. Turning around to cross the room, she noticed Reagan was already perched expectantly on the roof, her trademark smirk plastered on her face.

Amy propped open the window and tried to graciously help her girlfriend inside, but instead Reagan's foot caught on the wooden frame and they landed in a pile of limbs on top of the bed.

"First you make me scale the building to get up here, and now you've hauled me inside so quickly that I'm surprised I'm still in one piece" Reagan jested, defiantly poking the blonde's ribs.

"You're the one who just tripped! I was trying to careful assist you inside thank you very much" Amy pouted, wiggling her hips in an attempt to untangle herself and sit upright.

"Mmm you're such a gentleman Mr. Raudenfeld" the brunette quipped, moving off the bed to stand up.

"Yeh well you know what they say, happy wife happy life" she joked back, shooting her girlfriend a wink.

"Right well before we get into the particulars of our wedding plans, do you mind if I just use the bathroom shrimp girl?"

"Go right ahead. Do you want something to change into? I might hop into some pyjama pants and a shirt," Amy offered, motioning towards her chest of drawers.

"I think I'm alright for the moment actually, thanks though" Reagan smiled before moving towards the bathroom and cautiously clicking the door shut quietly behind her.

Amy opened up her drawers, riffling through the folded articles of clothing in search of something comfortable yet not completely unattractive to wear. Considering it was a fairly warm night, she settled for a pair of checkered shorts that were notably miniscule in length and a basic white wife beater singlet. Peeling off her skintight jeans and khaki top, she bundled them up and threw them into the corner before leaning down and slipping the shorts up her legs.

"Oh ugh-sorry", Reagan apologized, having suddenly emerged from the bathroom.

Amy whirled around, holding her singlet in her hands, standing in nothing but her shorts and black bra.

"It's okay, I'm sure you've seen plenty of half naked girls before" she laughed, offering up a small shrug.

Amy was right, Reagan had seen plenty of half naked girls before, but that didn't make her any more prepared for how her mouth ran dry due to way the blonde's abs were contracting with each movement.

"Earth to Reagannnnn" Amy cooed, slowly moving across the room and bridging the gap between them.

Reagan snapped her eyes up at this and she sheepishly grinned, aware of how blaring obvious it was that she'd been staring.

"Well jeez, it's not often that you're rendered speechless" Amy teased, lifting the singlet up above her head in an attempt to slip it on.

Reagan's hand instinctively snapped forward in order to halt her movements.

"Leave it off," she huskily whispered, placing her hands on either side of the blonde, lightly digging her nails into her hips.

Amy softly gasped at the motion and let her eyes hover shut for a second as she tried to steady her breath.

"Is this okay?" Reagan attentively checked.

"More than okay" Amy reassured, dipping her head forward to kiss her girlfriend.

It only took Reagan a split second to reciprocate the movements and within a matter of minutes Amy had her pinned against the bathroom door as their bodies writhed desperately against one another.

Reagan pulled back momentarily before exhaling hotly against the blonde's ear, trailing her tongue down the curve of her neck and biting softly against her pulse point.

"Fuck" Amy gasped; throwing her head back so sharply it caused a thump to reverberate through the door.

Reagan moaned against the pale flesh of Amy's neck due to her brash reaction and a wave of arousal hit her as she felt the blonde's taut abdominal muscles tense under her fingertips.

"Bed, right now" Amy suddenly demanded, her eyes clouded with an overbearing amount of passion and heat.

All Reagan could do was nod in agreement as she fumbled backwards and hastily pulled Amy down on top of her.

"You've got me so worked up right now Reagan, I've never felt like this before" Amy confessed as she pulled her girlfriend upright and straddled her so she was mounted above her lap.

Reagan couldn't help but smile at how raw Amy's voice sounded.

"I feel the exact same way that you do, trust me," the raven-haired girl admitted, snaking her hands around Amy's neck and pulling her forward into a what was now an incredibly well practiced kiss.

Amy looped her hands around Reagan's waist and began to tug her leopard print top over her caramel stomach.

"Let me help you out, there's a zipper at the back as well" Reagan offered, reaching behind her neck before sensually dragging the top excruciatingly slowly over her head.

'She's fucking perfect' Amy thought, trying to soak in the view in front of her.

Reagan quirked her eyebrow and subtly bit down on her lip as she reclined back onto her elbows, chest heaving expectantly.

Amy was transfixed on the pair of full breasts in front of her, scantily clad in a piece of material so sheer she wasn't sure it even constituted a bra.

"I-ugh-you're-wow' she disjointedly whispered, aware that this wasn't her finest moment.

"Come here" Reagan rasped, moving her finger in a typical come hither motion that left Amy wanting to rip every remaining piece of fabric off her exquisite body.

Leaning forward, she braced her toned arms on either side of her girlfriend; dipping down and ghosting her lips over where Reagan's erect nipples were protruding through her bra.

Her actions elicited a sharp intake of breath from the raven-haired girl that only encouraged her, and so slightly parting her lips, she experimentally flicked her tongue over the top of her right breast, causing Reagan to wantonly arch her back.

Somewhere in the background one of their phones started to buzz but neither of them acknowledged it yet alone made any sign to move.

Amy continued with her ministrations, dragging one hand down along Reagan's stocking clad thighs.

"For someone who's never done this before, you're awfully good at it" Reagan commented, staring lustfully up at the blonde with hooded eyes.

"Re-really?" Amy hesitated, unsure if her girlfriend was just being polite or trying to make her feel more comfortable.

Noticing the uncertainty in her voice, Reagan drew Amy towards her until their faces were an inch apart.

"I know you're probably not use to someone being so explicitly blunt, but I swear to god Amy, I've never been this fucking wet in my entire life" she husked.

"Oh god me too", Amy moaned, grinding her center down into Reagan's hips.

Reagan held in the expletives that wanted to pour out of her mouth due to the pleasure in an attempt to keep her last ounce of willpower.

"And-And I honestly want nothing more than to stay up all night making love to you and making you come over and over again, but I think you and I both know that going all the way would be rushing things, so maybe we should just stay like this for the moment", Reagan hastily suggested, trying to spit the words out before she lost her resolve.

"Mmm you're definitely right, I like you and I don't want to rush this" Amy agreed as she peppered soft kisses along her girlfriends cheek and across her chest. "But we can still make each other feel good without going all the way can't we?"

Reagan let out a throaty moan as she positioned her hands on Amy's hips and guided her down so she was straddled on either side of her thigh.

"We can definitely still make each other feel good" she sighed in agreement, slowly shifting her leg forward into Amy's core.

The blonde immediately surged forward, resting her forehead against Reagan's and staring desperately into her gleaming eyes.

"Don't ever stop doing that" she choked out as her girlfriend moved her thigh upwards again, causing a pleasurable amount of friction to shoot through her.

Reagan lustfully nodded before leaning down slightly and attaching her mouth onto the blonde's breast, nipping and licking in a well-versed manner.

'Oh god that's probably leaving a hickey' Amy thought, although she knew she didn't actually care. Not a second after that thought left her mind, Reagan's hand lightly pulled down the cup of her bra and her mouth made direct contact with her nipple as she teasingly swirled her tongue around the straining nub.

'Fuckkkk Reagan" Amy strained, thrusting her whole body forward in pleasure. An involuntary moan tore out of Reagan's throat as Amy's left thigh made contact with her damp shorts.

Amy's eyes flew open at the sound of Reagan's gasp, and she was overcome by such a vast amount of lust and desire, and without sounding too cliché, in that moment every ounce of her being wanted to satisfy Reagan until she was making that noise over and over and over again.

Reagan's lips were so swollen but Amy couldn't bring herself to stop kissing them as they moved frantically against each other, somehow keeping a rhythm.

Their panting wasn't exactly discrete, and even though they were swallowing each other's throaty moans, Amy couldn't help but feel that Lauren was two seconds away from being woken up, or worse Farrah, or worse again every neighbor within a 5-mile radius of her house.

But then Reagan starts hopelessly chanting 'don't stops' and 'oh gods', and she's being dragged down harder and harder until they're thrusting into each other so desperately. And when her girlfriend arches her back and moans out her name she can't find it in herself to give a fuck about how loud they're being because it's happening, she can feel it to.

"Oh Reagannnnn" she harshly exhales, straining her back and craning her neck as she rides out her orgasm before collapsing down onto her girlfriends sweat covered body.

They both stay like that for a few minutes, trying to steady their breath and draw themselves back to reality.

Reagan eventually makes the first move and starts grazing her nails against the pale skin of Amy's bare back.

"Mmmm I think you need to stop that or I'll definitely wake up everyone in the house, that is if I haven't already," Amy carelessly mumbles, nuzzling further into Reagan's neck.

"Beautiful and insatiable, I'm not ever letting you go shrimp girl" she teases, planting a soft kiss on the top of Amy's tangled blonde hair.

"Yeh, well if you ever call me that whilst we're in bed again then I think I'll be the one letting you go" Amy joked back.

Reagan feigned shock before leaning over to the floor next to the bed, fumbling to find her discarded top.

"What are you doing?" Amy croaked, pulling her girlfriend back into her embrace.

"Well I can't drive home without my shirt on" Reagan smirked.

"If you honestly believe that I'm going to let you walk out on me after that then you're completely deluded", she grumbled.

"I want nothing more than to wake up next to you in the morning, I just thought, well you know, I just normally sneak back out and drive home so I wasn't sure whether or not you wanted me to stay" Reagan explained.

"You're definitely sleeping over so just pass me my phone, get your ass back into this bed, and I'll set an alarm so we wake up before everyone else in the morning", Amy reasoned, outstretching her hand for Reagan to pass her the phone.

Unlocking the screen she noticed she had a text message from Karma so she opened it up to check it wasn't anything urgent.

'Hey Amy, I know you told me to leave you alone but I won't be able to sleep unless I make things right with you. I'm heading over to your house now to talk things out and apologize for everything I've said and done tonight so I hope that's okay. See you soon x'.

Amy checked what time the message was received and she gulped when she noticed that Karma had sent it over 40 minutes ago. She knew that the walk didn't take that long, and if she'd gotten a lift then she should have arrived well before that.

The bed dipped down as Reagan crawled back over to her, slipping comfortably into her side and sliding the blanket over their half undressed bodies.

"Are you okay Amy?" Reagan whispered.

Amy smiled down at her girlfriend lovingly. She could only hope that Karma hadn't shown up and seen or heard anything, and if she had, well that's just something she'd deal with another time. For now she was happy, in fact she was beaming, and she had Reagan to thank for that.

"I'm more than okay" she husked, snuggling impossibly closer into Reagan's arms.

Karma

She'd been walking for close to 30 minutes; dragging her feet along the road so sluggishly that she wasn't sure whether or not she'd make it to Amy's house before sunrise.

She had contemplated what Liam had said to her in the car, but half of her still couldn't make any sense or derive any meaning from half of the things he'd mentioned, the things that were apparently so blaringly obvious to everyone else in their dysfunctional little 'group'.

What she had been able to acknowledge was that she didn't want to lose Amy as a friend and that seeing her with Reagan had caused a surge of jealousy to rush through her, which circled back to the first point because she didn't want Reagan to pull Amy away from her, right? The only other thing she'd acknowledged was that she'd felt almost disappointed when Amy said she 'was' in love with her, speaking in past tense.

She was just overwhelmed and upset and disappointed and she just wanted to lie down with Amy and talk it all out in the darkness of her bedroom as they stared up at the glowing stars on her ceiling.

Frustrated at her inner turmoil, she sulkily crossed her arms and continued on her route to Amy's house, picking up her pace substantially.

Not even ten minutes later she arrived outside her best friends house, however in her disarray she didn't even notice that Reagan's truck was parked directly outside the front gate.

She contemplated just knocking on the front door but she didn't think Farrah would approve of her late arrival, so instead she rounded the house to the back garden. She instantly noticed the faint glow of light coming from Amy's window and she was grateful that she wouldn't have to ring her phone in order to wake her up.

She cautiously climbed up the rafters, and although it was something she had done on countless occasions over the years, she still wished they'd installed some kind of ladder to make things slightly easier. Vigilantly pulling herself onto the roof she slowly began edging across the landing, however before she made it all the way over she heard the words 'Oh god Amyyyyy' echo out of the bedroom window that was slightly ajar.

Not putting two and two together, Karma naively begun to wonder why the hell Amy was moaning her own name.

Clambering closer to the window, she discretely peered in through the glass so as not to suddenly scare her best friend; however the sight she was greeted with instead shocked her right to her core.

Karma stood there dumbly, vulnerably, helplessly, unable to tear her eyes away from what she was seeing despite only wanting to climb back down to the garden and run off back down the road, unseen.

Amy's eyes were closed and her neck was craned back, the beads of sweat on her collar bone glistening in the faint glow of her bedroom.

Karma gulped, and she felt such a tight pull in her gut that she was certain she was about to either throw up or pass out right there on the roof.

Amy looked so beautiful, so raw, so sexy, Karma thought, and then the realization crashed into her with such unfathomable force she thought she'd crack under the weight.

Liam was right, not only did she hate the idea that Amy might love someone as much as she loved her, she also wanted to be with her, in every sense. Karma's eyes glazed over as she watched her best friend writhe so uncontrollably with pleasure. She felt sick, she felt like a complete outsider, like a voyeur, and all she wanted was to be the one experiencing that with Amy, making her feel all of that and a thousand times more.

But then Amy shrilly moaned and panted out Reagan's name like it was the sweetest thing in the world and she knew she couldn't stand there for a moment more.

Clambering back down into the garden, she hastily ran out to the street, finally noticing the truck that was parked right outside, like it fucking belonged there. She felt horrible, worse than horrible, and if Amy had felt half as bad as this when she'd shot her down then she absolutely hated herself for inflicting this much pain on her best friend.

She let her tears freely fall as she headed home, texting her mum in the hopes she'd be able to pick her from somewhere along the way.

She couldn't help but think that she deserved all of this for being so ruthlessly selfish, and if she was sure about one thing, it was that she never wanted to hurt Amy again. She recognised the only way she'd be able to do that would be by concealing her feelings for her best friend and supporting her and Reagan's relationship. And yes she knew that idea was unbearable now, but she also knew that it wasn't entirely impossible, after all, she'd gotten awfully good at faking it.