Ribs - Ch. 1

So this is my very first fanfiction ever, I would like to make more chapters, however, if I get no feedback (positive or negative) then there's no point, right? So if you would just do me the favor of showing me SOME kind of gratitude, I would VERY much appreciate it. The title of the story comes from the Lorde song "Ribs" because I absolutely love it, partially, and partially because it plays a sorta small role in the story. This will be mainly written in third person but from somewhat Amy's perspective, if that makes sense? You will see. Okay. These words are mine, the story plot is mine, the song, show, characters, etc, are not. Thanks for reading!

"Karma, come on," Amy said, tugging at Karma's arm. She felt like a broken record, she swears she had said "Karma, come on" about a million times. Karma wouldn't come on. Of course she wouldn't, she was too busy with Liam. Amy couldn't act surprised though, she knew this would happen, she knew the second she agreed to accompanying Karma to Liam's party that she would end up on the edge of his roomy leather couch, while they sat close enough to kiss, but all she could do was sit there, helplessly, and watch them whisper drunken words into each other's ears. Now she's sitting on the couch mentally cursing at herself for coming. Amy, for some reason, thought tonight would be different; she thought Karma wouldn't spend all night attached to Liam like she usually does. It had only been a few days since their whole protest-song-about-liam incident, Amy just thought that Karma was still sorry about what she did. Karma had apologized well over a hundred times, she seemed sorry anyways.

Her thoughts are cut off midway when she feels Karma's hand shaking her kneecap. "I'm ready, let's go," Karma says, standing up.

Amy stands up too. "About time," she says, turning to Karma. She can already tell that Karma has had too much to drink; her eyes are droopy, and her posture isn't as upright as it is when she's sober. She didn't look a total mess though, she couldn't, not in Amy's eyes anyways. She's Karma, Karma is always beautiful, drunk or not.

Amy gives Karma time to say goodbye to her boy-toy, before they walk hand in hand out the front door. "Where did we park?" Karma says, looking around with a genuinely confused look on her face.

"We didn't park anywhere because we didn't drive," Amy replies, and she can't help but laugh a little at Karma. They had only been at the party for 2 hours, and she can't believe Karma was so out of it to even remember that they took the bus to Liam's house. It had been Karma's idea after all, she didn't want to ask her environmentalist mother for gas money, so she decided that they should take the bus, which Amy didn't mind, it wasn't a long walking distance, they got to talk, and she got to hold Karma's hand the whole walk there.

Amy takes Karma's hand again. "The bus stop is this way, Karm," she says, and sees the expression on Karma's face shift from confused to instant clarification. She remembers now.

They reach the bus stop, and sit on the cold bench that sends goosebumps down Amy's spine, but the goosebumps go away as soon as she feels Karma sit next to her. Karma was warm, and comfortable, the exact opposite of the bench. The brunette hazily rests her head on Amy's shoulder. Amy takes the opportunity to gaze for a second at Karma, she hadn't gotten the chance to do it all night, obviously because she was all over Liam, and the sight of him makes Amy's stomach churn with disgust. She inspected the way her hair fell a little over her face, how nicely her complexion looked when it refracted from the streetlights, how she has never seen somebody look so stupidly beautiful when they blink, and her lips. Her lips, she could stare at for days. She'd give anything to kiss them whenever she wanted, like now.

They sat there in a comfortable silence, until the bus pulls up. They're greeted by a very slender, old man, with bulky glasses. They escape the brisk cold outside and make their way to the very back of the bus. Karma takes the window seat, she always took the window seat. Amy, of course, takes the aisle seat next to her. They go back to the position they were in outside, with Karma's head resting perfectly on Amy's shoulder. Amy takes in the lavender scent coming off of Karma's beautiful brown hair, she could get drunk off of it.

The blonde's shoulder gets lighter when Karma takes her head off, she sits up slightly, and faces Amy. "I haven't kissed you all night," she says, nonchalantly. Amy's green eyes meet her gaze, and she waits a moment before replying. "You haven't," she finally says, she wishes she had something else to say, something that would provoke Karma to kiss her, she wishes she had taken advantage of the attention that Karma was feeding to her.

Karma inches closer to Amy's face, "So I wanna kiss you." Before Amy has time to react, she feels Karma's lips pushed against her own, her only reaction now is to kiss back intensely. Karma reciprocates the feeling, and kisses back hungrily, her mouth completely covering Amy's bottom lip, she gently bites down. A soft moan is building up in Amy's throat, she doesn't want it to escape, afraid it might turn Karma off, she instead takes one of her hands and cups Karma's soft, hair, she brings her head closer, trying to get more out of the kiss. Her confidence is building, she boldly grazes her tongue, trying to get into Karma's mouth, she needed to taste her, in ways more than one. Karma opens her mouth slightly, allowing access, and moans when she feels Amy's tongue with her own. Her moan causes Amy's skin to burn up more than it already has, she feels herself getting hot, she feels suffocated in the best way imaginable, her desire evolving, she needed more, she needed to hear her moans over, and over. She feels Karma's soft, warm touch under her sweatshirt, moving from her lower abdomen, then to her toned, flat stomach, before resting on her ribs. Amy can feel her heart erupting, the heat is closing in on her, coming from her face, her swollen lips, her fingertips, the skin that was resting under Karma's delicate hands, and in between her thighs. Especially in between her thighs.

The heat goes away when Karma gently pulls back. Amy opens her eyes slowly and searches for Karma's gaze. She finally meets it, and can see her eyes darkened with lust, she hopes Karma can see the same in hers. Karma breaks the silence, in a low, hushed voice, against Amy's lips. "Touch me," is all she says, before slowly opening her legs for the blonde. Amy doesn't know how to react, it's what she's wanted for the longest time now, but not in the way she wants it. Not like this, not in the back of a dusty, city bus, in the middle of the night. Karma repeats, "Touch me," she grabs Amy's hand and slowly guides it in between her skirt, "Please." Amy felt hazy, she knew she couldn't help herself, but she looked back into Karma's eyes to see any signs of weakness, but all she was met with was her assured gaze. She wanted this, she could see it, she could feel it, she felt it in her kisses, and her touches, in her pleads.

Amy's lips reach Karma's again, and she's slightly taken back by the ferocity in Karma's returned kisses, but once she finds the rhythm of Karma's soft lips, her tongue is welcomed by Karma's. Their mouths, and tongues synchronize perfectly, she feels Karma moan into her mouth, softly, but she wants to hear it. She moves Karma's panties off to one side, so she can access her. She takes her thumb and gently runs it over her pulsating sex, causing Karma to gasp into their never broken kiss. Amy releases the kiss, she wants to keep her eyes open, she wants to see the expressions on Karma's face, she wants to witness, and remember the pleasure she's causing Karma. She doesn't release her movement, she continues to move her thumb in a circular motion, before sliding one finger, then shortly after, sliding another. Karma releases another low moan, and throws her head slightly back against the bus wall, Amy rests her forehead against the side of Karma's face, and breathes in the scent coming from Karma's neck, the brunette softly grips the side of Amy's neck with her hand. She continues her motion, softly, and surely, planting kisses and love bites on Karma's neck, letting her moans seep into her ears and memory. Karma eventually reaches her peak, Amy feels her walls close into her fingers, she doesn't stop, she continues the movement of her fingers, she continues to kiss and suck the sweets spots on her neck. Karma releases the lowest moan she could allow without blowing their cover, before breathlessly looking back at Amy, who has released her fingers from inside her; she gives Amy a soft kiss that seems to make Amy melt more than the events that just took place. They sit in silence for a few seconds, while Karma readjusted herself. They managed to kill almost 20 minutes, because the bus stopped at their destination within minutes of them finishing. They leave the bus and walk the 5 minutes to Karma's house.

Amy doesn't know what to say the whole way there, she can tell Karma doesn't either, and that was an issue. Karma always had something to say, the silence was making her uncomfortable. She thought about it for a few seconds though, she just fingered her best friend, who she's desperately in love with, in the back of a bus, in the middle of night, so maybe it's okay to not know what to say, what she didn't want though, was for this to go unnoticed, or for this to be put in the back-burner as if it never happened.

They almost reach Karma's house before Karma breaks the silence. "I think I'm going to need a shower when I get home."

Amy feels her face burn up, and she can just see the shade of light red her complexion is turning into, but she hopes Karma doesn't notice. She does, and giggles before saying, "Thanks to you."

Amy smiles, a shy, yet cheeky smile. "But, you wanted it, right?" She needed the reassurance, back in the bus, she only went with her gut feeling, and what she thought she saw in the glimpses of Karma's eyes, but she needed to hear Karma say she wanted it, especially since she was more sober now than before.

Karma gives her a nod, and Amy feels elated, and relieved, and happiness all at once. They reach Karma's front door steps, but before they go in, Amy stops walking, Karma notices and stops too. "What now, then?" She needed to know, she might go crazy if this was all forgotten in the morning. Karma gives her a warm smile before answering. "Now," she takes Amy's hand and leads her up her front steps "we take a shower, and sleep," she says softly as they enter her house. Amy hopes this isn't forgotten in the morning.

If you made it to the end, then thank you! I hope you liked it and will write me lovely notes + comments. I know it's not perfect but I tried. I do plan on making a second chapter, but that all depends on how this is received. Thank you, notes on improvement are welcome! :)