This is part one of a two part one shot. I just thought of this idea earlier today, and went with it. I hope you guys enjoy! Rated M for smut, and some language.

Amy sat in her meager four door car, staring blankly at the empty parking lot. She felt empty too. She replays the kiss she gave Karma moments ago, over and over again in her head. That would be the last kiss she gives her till July 31st. That's over 60 days without kissing her full lips, holding her soft hand, looking into her exquisite hazel eyes, feeling her warm breath against different inches of her skin. Amy really, actually wanted to hurt Karma's parents; this was all their idea. It's the summer after senior year, Amy and Karma had made plans that would last them all 3 months of vacation, but no, they decided it would be better if Karma did volunteer work in Mali before they went off to college together. Amy was all for giving to those who are less fortunate, but for over 2 months? Her and Karma hadn't spend more than a day apart since they started dating in 10th grade, and she has to suffer without her other half for over 2 months. 2 months. Amy shakes off the thought before igniting her car, if she spent one second more in the vacant parking lot, she might literally go crazy.

Day 9 Without Karma: Amy had been trying to sleep for well over an hour now. She glances over at the alarm clock sitting on her nightstand. The dim blue numbers read 11:18 PM, which means it would be 4:18 AM in Bamako, where Karma's volunteer camp was located. Amy had figured out the separation in hours between her and Karma a few days ago, it helped her visualize Karma, and what she might be doing. Like right now, for example, she'd be in a dead sleep, maybe making incoherent noises and letting out senseless sighs that made Amy's insides melt into each other. She wishes Karma was next to her, she wishes it so fiercely that she can almost see and feel Karma next to her. Amy lets her mind wander, and pictures kissing Karma, gentle, soft, intense kisses; the kind of kisses that made Karma moan without Amy ever actually touching her body. And Karma's moans. God, her moans. Amy loved to hear her moan, she loved the sound of her moans beneath her earlobe, she loved the taste of them against her mouth, she loved the way they felt when they brushed against her bare skin. Amy slides her right hand into her shorts, and beneath her underwear. She touches herself, imagining it's all Karma. She starts off slow, and then quickens her pace. Her breathing is cut to short increments, she feels her muscles clench with tension, and her body swelter. She's about to reach her peak as visions of Karma's kisses, touches, and moans scramble through her, and the memories of their naked bodies tangled up in her bed replay. She lets out a heavy, but low moan, and slides her hand back out. She opens her eyes again before letting the darkness of her room consume her, causing her to fall into a rooted sleep.

Day 20 Without Karma: Over two weeks now, and Amy hasn't heard Karma's voice, seen her face, she hasn't even spoken to her. Luckily for Amy, Karma's parents had spoken to her, and they said that Amy should be receiving a letter from her soon. Amy was hoping it was today.

The mail usually delivered in the early afternoon, so around 2 or 3. Amy decided to wait outside for the mailman. She knew the chances of the letter coming in today were slim, but she wanted to check it out, and it's not like she had anything better to do, anyways. At exactly 2:34, the mailman arrived with a ton of envelopes. One of them has to be from Karma, Amy thought. She rushes inside and starts to go through them vigorously. Bill, bill, bill, magazine subscription, another fucking bill, and then… there it was. Karma's letter. Written in her charming calligraphy. Amy took her time looking it over, Karma's hands had touched the envelope that Amy was holding. This was the closest Amy had been to Karma since she left. Amy tears off the top of the envelope, without a rush, gradually pulls out the letter, and unfolds it. Her eyes scan it from beginning to end, she could tell Karma wrote small to fit everything she needed to say in there. Amy smiles to herself at the thought. She moves her eyes back to the beginning of the letter, and begins reading.

Hi love muffin,

How are you? Because I'm pretty miserable. Not because of the volunteer work I love that, but because I'm here without you. Everything reminds of you. The other day we had to take a Jeep to get to this super tiny village and on the way there we saw a herd of chimpanzees and I remembered about that time I stayed home with you when you were sick and you forced me to watch that special about monkeys on the National Geographic channel. Do you remember? This volunteer work is kicking my ass. I'm so tired by the end of the day that the shitty cot we sleep on doesn't even bother me, I just knock out. But we get to stay in a nice hotel the day before we depart, so thats cool. I've been on an all rice and protein bar diet since I got here, I'm also getting a bit of tan, and I'm gaining some body muscle. You'll have a new and improved girlfriend, with a nicer skin tone, a nicer body, and maybe nicer eating habits. I seriously do miss you sooooo so much though. I have nobody to kiss or hold and I miss your voice and your face and your everything. I can't wait to come home and be with you, and do all the things we said we would do. Like have sex in your mom's bed, I was really looking forward to that, so we have to do that. I hope nobody is proofreading this letter. They do that stuff in prison, but I'm not in prison. In prison they would've given me more ways of contacting you. This is the first time I have gotten to communicate with you and its been two weeks! I don't know how long it will take for this to reach you, or how long it will take your response letter to reach me, but I miss you, and I love you, I love you, I love you.

She rereads the letter a billion times, never failing to smile through it. Reading the letter makes her feel flushed, and puts her thoughts at rest. Amy can't help but feel desperate, mainly because she doesn't know how much longer she has to be without Karma. She makes her way back to her room with the letter in her hand. She puts the letter away in her drawer, and sits down to being her response letter to Karma.

Hi babe,

I'm doing okay, I could be worse. I could be crying myself to sleep every night, but I stopped doing that about a week ago. Just kidding. Dont worry, I'm fine. It sounds like you're fine too. I'm actually jealous… jealous of the chimps because they can see you and I can't :( Kidding again. I'm jealous of you because you get to see all these beautiful animals that you know nothing about. I'm just teasing you, and yes I do remember that one time I made you watch the documentary about the monkeys. I think you meant you saw a troop of chimpanzees, not a herd babe. It seems like you're having a good time and that makes me happy. Please come back to me the way you left. I like your pretty skin tone, and your figure, and your poor eating habits. I miss you immensely and I can't wait for you to come home. The days go by in slow motion without you and its driving me insane. I miss you, and I love you lots xxxx

Amy signs and seals the letter before returning it to her mailbox. She suddenly wishes she had written more, but she had said what she needed to say, and that was that she misses Karma. As if that needed to be said. Amy lets out a heavy, defeated sigh and heads back into her house. She lets her body fall on her bed, turns on her tv, and scans through her DVR for the NatGeo special on monkeys.

Day 36 Without Karma: "Amy, you have to get out of this house!" Amy rolls her eyes, again, at Shane. She knows she needs to get out of the house, she's hardly done so since Karma left. Without Karma, she has practically nothing to do, and nowhere to be.

"And go where?" she asks, staring back at him, blankly.

"We could go to the mall," Amy shakes her head in disagreement. She didn't really like being at the mall even with Karma. Large crowds of noisiness made her queasy. Shane sees her response, but that doesn't stop him from trying again. "Come on, it'll be fun!" Another head shake. "You could get something nice for Karma." Amy's eyes light up at the idea, and Shane notices. "You could get her a nice coming home present," he says finally, and he's confident Amy will agree.

"Okay, good idea," she responds with a vibrant smile. This will not only finally get her out of the house, but it has to do with Karma. Shane lets out a slight squeal of excitement as he and Amy head out the door.

They walk around forever, without a clue about what Amy could get Karma. Amy's legs and head were tired, and the searching was only building up frustration. "I want to go home," she finally says, feeling exhaustion in her core.

"No," Shane says firmly. "We're not leaving until you're happy, and you have something pretty to put on Karma." Amy has an epiphany that makes her stop walking completely. Shane turns around, mildly confused. "What're you-"

"Shane, you're a genius. I know what to get her." Amy feels a stream of exhilaration run through her, and she speed walks past him.

"Thanks," he says, proudly, mostly to himself, as he rushes behind Amy.

Day 41 Without Karma: Amy knew it was the perfect gift. It took her days to find the perfect box to put it in. It made sense, it felt right, especially now that they were going off to college, they were going to begin a new chapter in their lives, together. They were moving forward, together. It was sensible to get Karma a promise ring, because promise rings don't say you want to marry the person, but they do say that you're pretty serious about being with them. Karma and Amy had only been dating for 2 years, but had known, loved, and cared for each other since they were kids. Amy was sure of what they had, and the ring was a perfect symbol of it.

Day 53 Without Karma: Amy wakes up to the sound of her phone ringing. She rolls over and reaches for it, the time on her lockscreen reads 2:27 AM, and the caller ID reads, Unknown Number. Amy takes a second to ponder who could be calling her at this time, from an unknown number, and the first person to cross her mind is her dad. Not that her dad calls her that late at night, but when he did call, he would do it from an unknown number, or an "out of area" code. She swipes her finger to the right, and answers, still half asleep.

"Hello?" her voice is raspy and hushed.

"Your voice is hot when you're tired." Amy's eyes shoot open, and her body gets rid of the tiredness she was feeling. She knows very well who is on the other line, and hearing her voice after what seems like years, makes Amy want to do cartwheels all over her neighborhood.

"Karma?" She knows it's Karma as well as she knows she's Amy, but she wants to be sure she's not dreaming.

"Did you already forget the sound of my voice, babe?" Amy's heart is racing, and she feels a flood of warmth settle inside of her. It was Karma, and she wasn't dreaming.

Amy laughs on the other end, before replying. "Not even if I tried." She hears Karma giggle, and it feels like the first time she fell in love with her laugh.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Yes, but I don't care," if being awakened at 2:30 in the morning meant hearing Karma's voice, Amy would make her new bedtime 3 AM.

"Why's that?" Karma knew why Amy didn't care, but she needed to hear it, she desperately missed Amy's sweet remarks.

"Because you're more important than sleep," she replies simply. Karma's heart flutters.

They stay in silence for a minute or two, hearing each other breathe on the line. Karma begins to catch Amy up on everything that she's been up to, she lets Amy know that she received her letter but wasn't able to respond, Amy isn't bothered, right at that moment, nothing could bother her. She was finally getting the chance to hear Karma's voice, and she studied how every word sounded, she didn't know how much longer she'd have to wait till she heard it again. They're on the phone for no more than 10 minutes when Karma says she has to go.

"Hey, they're making me get off this thing, but I promise I'll talk to you soon. Sooner than you think," Karma says, and Amy feels a pinch of disappointment.

"Do you promise?" she says, weakly.

"Yes, I promise. I love you." Karma waits for Amy's response.

"Say it again." Amy had gone almost 2 months without hearing Karma say it, she yearned to hear it again.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." Each time she said it, it made Amy's heart jump out of her chest, it's like she was hearing it for the first time.

"I love you too, please come home soon." Amy hears Karma kiss into the phone, then a click, and then the beeping of a dead line.

Day 64 Without Karma: It's 5:17 PM, and there's only 13 minutes left till the next episode of Fatal Attraction, it was the only episode Amy had missed, and she was anticipating it. Amy leaves her room during the commercial break, but doesn't make it far. She turns back around into her room when she hears her phone making a familiar sound, it wasn't the usual ring. She grabs it off her bed, the screen reads, "Karma wants to FaceTime" Amy's heart nearly drops, and without thinking twice, she slides her finger to the right. The quality is pixelated at first, it's a good enough for Amy, but it gets gradually better. And there is Karma's lovely, angelic face, in high quality. She sees Karma wave, and Amy eagerly waves back. She can tell Karma is in a dark room, she quickly does the calculation in her head, and comes to the conclusion that it's midnight in Mali.

"Karma, how're you FaceTiming me?" that's the first thing that ran through Amy's mind, besides the obvious, which was that she was beyond happy to see Karma's face again.

"Remember how I told you I was staying at a hotel the night before my flight leaves?" Karma sees Amy nod, and continues, "Well, turns out this hotel has free wifi, so I took advantage and decided to FaceTime you."

Amy's eyes scan the movements of Karma's mouth, her jawline, her eyes, everything. She takes it all in before asking her next question. "Isn't it late where you are?"

Karma nods, "But we just got back from a mission, and I wanted to see you."

Amy feels herself turning into mush at the sound of Karma's words. "A mission. It sounds like you're a spy or something." She hears, and sees Karma giggle. Amy's complete mush now.

"I know, isn't it hot?"

Amy laughs. "Very hot."

They spend a good 20 minutes catching up with one another. Karma tells Amy all about her missions, and Amy tells her all about the shows she's managed to finish. Then they share silence and gazes.

"I can't wait for you to come home," Amy says, breaking their silence but not the gazes.

"I know!" Karma doesn't bother to contain her excitement. "And then I can kiss you like this," she moves the camera to her lips and away, repeatedly kissing the camera.

Amy laughs on the other end. "I love your electronic kisses," she hears Karma giggle back at her response. "Who's there with you, anyways?" Karma must've been alone. She was talking a lot, and kinda loud, it made sense if she was alone.

"Nobody," Karma replies, her tone turning lower than it was before. Amy was right. Silence again, but only for a few seconds, and this time Karma breaks it. "Do you know what that means?" Amy shakes her head, and keeps her eyes on Karma. The lights are very dim, but she can tell that Karma moved off the bed and is walking toward something. Her view is now shifted from a vertical view to a horizontal one. She can see almost all of Karma's hotel room. Karma sets the phone down on a nightstand in the corner of the room and backs away from the camera, and now she can see almost all of Karma's body. She was wearing a dark tank top, and shorts that Amy is positive were hers.

"That means I can do this," Karma takes off the tank top, then ruffles her fingers through her auburn hair, Amy blinks rapidly trying to make sure she's seeing all of this correctly. Karma continues, "And nobody would find out," she slowly lowers the shorts before kicking them off when they reach her feet.

Amy doesn't know how to react, she gazes at her phone, and lets her eyes dance all over the screen, jumping from Karma's face, to her chest, to her stomach, and all over her legs. She feels her body temperature rise, and in between her thighs she feels herself heat up, but she doesn't move. She keeps watching Karma.

Karma walks slowly toward the camera, she's closer now, not as close as she was before, but close enough for Amy to get a better view of her body. She can't see her face anymore, just her chest and abdomen, and the top of her underwear. Karma continues, and swiftly unclasps her bra, she shrugs the straps off her shoulder. Amy is breathing heavy, she needs more, no words are exchanged, but Karma knows what she's doing to her. She keeps going, she shakes the bra off her chest, and lets it drop to the floor. Amy's eyes don't move away from Karma's chest, and she releases a shaky breath. Her hand appears on the screen, and Amy watches it as it massages one of her breasts; Karma's other hand appears, she places it over her other breast before moving down to her stomach, and into her underwear. Amy watches her body shake lightly at her own touch. Karma continues to massage her chest with one hand, and circulate her fingers between her thighs.

Amy wants to be there with her, tasting her, touching her. She doesn't move, her body is tensed. She hears a low moan come from Karma, she can't see her face, but she can picture it. "Fuck," Amy murmurs softly.

Karma pulls her hand gently out of her underwear, and drops her other hand from her breast. The camera flips back to the vertical view, and now all she can see is Karma's face. Her cheeks were a soft pink, and Amy could tell she wasn't breathing steady. "Your preview is over," she says, quietly.

Amy lets out a groan, and Karma giggles. "I'm sorry, baby. You'll get the rest in a few days."

"I hate you," is all Amy can manage to say. She was so heated, and turned on, she really should've known that Karma would do something like that.

"You'll get over it," she kisses the camera. It's beyond Amy how Karma can go from being incredibly sexy to unbearably cute within the minute. "I'm tired, so I'm going to go to sleep, and I'll see you in a few days. I love you," another kiss.

Amy sighs, "Sleep tight, I love you lots." Karma ends the call, and Amy lets out another hefty sigh. She turns to the TV, and the episode she meant to watch was already over. She turns to her restroom, and begins to undress. She hadn't realized how wet she was till she took her clothes off. She steps into the shower, and lets the water wash away her left over lust and desire.

Thank you guys for reading, I hope you liked it. I'll be posting chapter two soon, hopefully. Let me know any ideas or comments you have. Thank you again!