It wouldn’t be Limits if the cute moments weren't interrupted by drama now would it… ;)
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Amy stirred a bit when she felt a hand lie across her face and a long piece of brown hair toss over onto her lips. The smell of lavender spread it’s way through her lunges when she took a deep breath, a familiar scent, the scent that she has woken up to every morning for the past couple of weeks, the smell of Clara. Amy smiled to herself and thanked Bruces slamming of the bathroom door for waking her up in the middle of the night, allowing her to untangle herself from a sleeping Karma and make her way up to her best friend in her childhood bedroom. She knew Clara would freak out if she found Amy sleeping next to Karma in the morning and she really didn’t want to give their new-found ‘relationship’ a new hurdle. There’s also the teeny tiny part of her that missed the warmth of Clara next to her, the way she curls her body so perfectly up to her in the middle of the night, yet in the morning she somehow manages to become a a log that sleeps on top of her, like she is right now, half on the bed half on top of Amy. The faint snore coming from her stops and Amy knows she’s awake, so she waits for the brunette to stir or remove herself from Amy’s chest but she doesn’t. She’s pretending to be asleep to prolong this moment and Amy can’t get over how god damn cute that is. Clara has never been the most forefront person in terms of her emotions so Amy knows she’ll never admit to liking the fact that she tangles herself up in the blonde during the night. Amy smiles down at the small grin on the brunettes ‘sleeping’ form and decides its time to start their morning flirtations.
'You know, the way your lying on me right now is really not attractive in the slightest’ Amy runs her hands up and down the brunettes arms as she fakes stirring in her sleep 'I know you’ve been awake for the past five minutes, you stopped snoring’
Clara lifts herself of the brunette and stretches, clearly buying herself some time to come up with a comeback. Well played.
'I can’t help the fact that your on my side of the bed babe’ Clara smirks at the blush creeping up Amy’s neck and decides to take it further straddling the blondes waist 'Where’s my sugar?’
Amy leans foreword and softly kisses the brunettes lips, brushing her hands up her thighs on the way, before lying back down and smiling up at her.
'What do you want to do today?’ Amy runs her hands up and down Clara’s thighs enjoying the view of having her on top of her like this.
'Oh no you don’t’ Clara replies resting her hands on her hips 'This is your town blondie, your the one who has to decide what we do today, the ball is in your court’
'Oh look’ Amy lifts her arms up in the air and fakes a swinging motion 'the balls back in your court, please don’t make me choose Clary, you know how much I hate making decisions’
Clara giggles at Amy’s fake tennis swing and brushes the blonde hair behind her ears, kissing her sweetly pulling away biting her lip in thought.
'I hate when you call me Clary by the way’
'I hate that you hate when I call you Clary’
'Touché’ Clara grins at her 'Sometimes I forget that your well versed in comebacks’
'My sister is the head of a sorority, of course I know how to rock a good comeback’
'Donuts’
'Ummm, that’s like foreplay to me baby’ Amy teases licking her lips as seductively as she possibly can.
'You look like my nanny after her daily dose of pills’ Clara jokes looking down at the blondes attempt at seduction.
'I’m trying to be sexy’ Amy pouts at the brunette, feeling a little bit embarrassed.
'Trust me when I tell you Ames, you don’t need to try’ Clara whispers before closing their lips together in what turns into a passionate kiss.
Amys hands trace the hem of the brunettes shirt, contemplating whether she should lift it up, in between kisses, when Clara lifts her hands above her head signalling for her to do it. The shirt ends up on the ground beside Amy’s bed and her gaze quickly falls to her friends bra clad chest, heaving in front of her, begging to be kissed. Amy sits up quickly, boldly resting her hands on the brunettes bum, as her lips set about attacking her neck. Clara rolls her hips into the blondes, eliciting a moan from Amy who responds by attacking her lips again and squeezing the brunettes ass.
'You’re so sexy’ Amy whispers hoarsely into the brunettes ear, biting it a bit as she pulls away.
'I want you so bad baby’ Clara whimpers, her hips rolling into Amy’s again.
Amy lifts Clara up by the thighs so that the brunette lands on her back on the bed. Amy tugs her shirt over her head and throws it to the side, seeing the pure lust in her friends eyes begging her to come down on her. The blonde crawls back onto the other girl connecting their lips together.
'Oh for heavens sake Amy!’ Farrahs voice comes from the doorway of her bedroom, startling the two girls causing Clara to push Amy off her and by accident of the bed with a loud thud.
'Mom! Have you ever heard of knocking!’ Amy jumps up from the ground, ignoring the pain she’s feeling to quickly cover Clara with her blanket and signal her mother to get out.
Farrah closes the door to the room and Amy and Clara burst out laughing together.
'There goes my invite to thanksgiving’ Clara blurts out in between laughter and Amy grins down at her tossing her a shirt.
'Get dressed, we’re spending the day together butthead’
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A couple of hours later, two games of pool, one game of air hockey, three giant strawberry milkshakes, two double cheeseburgers and plenty of stolen kisses later the two girls walk hand in hand through Austin smiling from ear to ear.
'You were hitting on me’ Amy sings.
'No you were hitting on me Amy, I remember that night like it was yesterday’ Clara nudges her hip against the blondes and scoffs at her.
'You approached me… complimented my figure and asked me to dance’
'That’s how you make friends Amy, you should try it sometime’
'That’s how you hit on someone Clara, watch’ Amy walks over to a girl on the street and taps her on the shoulder dragging Clara with her.
'Hey beautiful, you’re body is amazing, do you maybe want to go dancing with me sometime?’ Amy asks the girl flirtatiously, she blushes and quickly scribbles down her number, handing it to the blonde who turns and grins triumphantly at Clara.
'I hate that your hot sometimes’ Clara grunts starting her walk up the pavement, Amy quickly catches up to her looping her arm around her petite waist.
'No you don’t’ Amy retorts pointing to the hickey on her neck.
'Ok maybe I don’t’ Clara smiles at her pecking her on the lips and lacing their fingers together again.
'Do you want to catch a movie or something?’ Amy asks swinging their hands playfully as they walk down the street.
'If your actually taking me to a movie, not like the last time where you brought me to a theatre and made me watch that painstakingly long documentary on Amish people’ Clara teases the blonde poking her side.
'Hey, they have a hard life!’
The two girls turn the corner to the theatre and stand scoping out which movie they’re going to see that night. Amy standing behind the brunette resting her head on the brunettes shoulder, her hands tied around her waist.
'Amy, Clara!’ Liams voice comes from behind them.
'We don’t have to turn around, if we stay still he may think we’re just our wax figures’ Amy whispers jokingly to the brunette before kissing her neck and turning around to be greeted with the sight of Liam, Karma, Lauren and Shane.
Great.
'Hey’ Clara speaks up for the two of them sensing Amy’s inability to formulate words 'What are you guys doing here?’
'It’s a theatre’ Karma replies snarkly which just shoots the tension up to new record levels. Amy squeezes Clara’s hand reassuringly feeling the brunettes rage building.
'Oh, what are you guys going to see?’ Amy asks, scheming her way out of spending time with all of them.
'Ted 2’ Liam replies happily.
'Oh that’s a pity… we’re going to see Papertowns… isn’t that right babe?’ Amy smirks to herself and Clara squeezes her hand thankfully nodding her head quickly.
'Oh my god I was just telling Liam how much I wanted to see that’ Karma pipes up smiling at Amy 'Lets make it a group hang! Come on Liam, it will be fun’
'If I puke on anyone at the soppyness of this movie I hope it’s you Harvey’ Lauren says making her way over to the ticket box.
'I guess I’m going to see Papertowns’ Liam huffs out before walking over and taking Clara under his arm dragging her off to the confection stand muttering something about popcorn.
'Oh look, one gay and two whores’ Shane sneers and Amy flinches at his words but Karma simply sends him a weak smile.
'No ones asking you to speak to us Shane’ Amy huffs out folding her arms across her chest.
'Oh right I’ll just go talk to your respective partners’ Shane barges past Amy smacking her shoulder with his on the way buy spitting out the word 'babe’ at her exactly like Clara did.
Being left alone with Karma is never easy for Amy. There’s always a thick tension which Amy normally chokes down with a round of flirting, the only thing she can do with Karma. The only issue is she’s now feeling guilty for it, after spending so much time with Clara. She really feels like they deserve a chance at their relationship and the only way they’re going to get it is if she pushes Karma aside for now, ignores their sexual chemistry.
’…How are you?’ Amy asks breaking the awkward silence.
'Fine. You left last night?’ Karma says bitterly and Amy just frowns at her.
'You have a boyfriend Karma. I have a gir-… Clara’
'So the two of you aren’t together?’
'I don’t know… we haven’t exactly talked about it’ Amy stutters out, all of a sudden finding her shoes really interesting to look at.
'Fuck you Amy’ Karma says surprising them both, Amy lifts her head and sees the hurt behind the auburn beauty’s eyes.
'Fuck you right back Karma’ Amy replies feeling the anger she has towards the other girl rising.
'You made me feel this way. I was perfectly happy with my life before you. I could keep everything at bay and pretend that I was happy being with a boy, keeping everyone else happy. Then you came along with your stupid smirk and glowing eyes and now all I can do is fuck everything and everyone up around me…’ Karma’s whispering so that no one else around the two of them sense this heated conversation.
'You don’t have to do that Karma, it’s your choice, it always has been!’ Amy spits back at her, chewing the inside of her cheek to prevent her from shouting at the auburn haired girl.
'Bullshit and you know it Amy!’ Karma blurts out desperately, a single tear escaping her eye 'If it was my choice I’d be happy with Liam and spending this weekend with my parents’
'Then why don’t you do that Karma? He’s right over there waiting on you like the lap dog he is!?’ Amy’s frustrated now, Karma cannot and will not get away with pinning her emotions on Amy.
'Because I’m in love with you!’ Karma squeaks out quickly, covering her mouth once she realises she said it.
Amy stands before her, dumbfounded, frozen to the ground, completely incapable of moving. In love with her, no one has ever been in love with her. When the fuck did that happen. Is it possible she might feel the same way, maybe once she did, when she was sitting in that café waiting on her to show up she certainly felt something strong for Karma. But love, is that really what it was. She glances over to Clara who smiles weakly back at her in the distance making her chest ache. She needs to get away from Karma right now, she needs to go be with Clara, because everything with her is cool and breezy whereas everything with Karma is weighted with emotion and intensity. The only problem is that Amy’s never heard anyone refer to love as cool and breezy… emotional and intense seems to fit the description a bit more. Fuck.
'I need to go’ Amy mumble, avoiding eye contact with a now whimpering Karma. Guilt rises in her chest as she walks away from the crying girl, but she really can’t comfort her right now, not while she’s trying to figure out how she feels about her confession.
'Hey’ Clara says as Amy quickly grabs her hand and moves into the theatre, taking two seats in the back 'Amy, whats wrong? Your scaring me?’
'Do you trust me?’ Amy asks the brunette who thinks about it for a second before nodding her head a bit 'Then don’t ask me whats wrong’
'Amy’
'Clara please’ Amy begs searching the brunettes silver eyes, Clara cups the blondes cheeks wiping away a stray tear that has fallen and kisses her cheek before looping her arm around her shoulders protectively and feeling Amy whimper a bit into her shoulder.
Something isn’t right.
Thoughts guys? I’m thinking about doing a small time hop, just so I can juice things up. Team Clara or Team Karma? The option is open for both again ;) :P