Fic: "Anything for Love...ANYTHING!"
Jul. 14th, 2005 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fembuckTitle: Anything for love … ANYTHING! (2/?)
Author: Janine
Pairing: Lucy/Amy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, never have, never will.
*********************************************** Part 4
Barcelona – Later That Day
Lucy bit her lip, chewing on it as her head tilted back slightly, a soft sound emerging from her throat as she looked at Amy who was grinning at her, teasing, a predator playing with her prey.
“Are you sure you won’t tell me,” Amy said wiggling her hand a little moving it further down inside of Lucy’s pants, her lips moving from Lucy’s ear to her chin where she let her tongue dart out to lick Lucy’s chin.
“It’s a surprise,” Lucy gasped as Amy’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties and began to slowly rub up and down.
“You’re really not going to tell me?” Amy asked pulling back pouting, the movement of the hand she had inside of Lucy’s pants stilling as she stared at the brunette beseechingly.
Lucy shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. There was every possibility in the world that Amy would stop touching her if she refused to tell her secret, but she had spent so long planning it that there was no way she was going to ruin the surprise now that the time was so close. Then again, she really, really, really wanted Amy to continue touching her. Finally understanding how Nancy Kerrigan felt as she clutched at her knee that sad January day in ‘94, Lucy wondered ‘why her?’ But she knew that she had to remain strong.
“You’ll be surprised if it kills me,” Lucy stated as steadily as she could meeting Amy’s gaze. “Which it just might,” she added under her breath despondently as her eyes flickered to Amy’s stationary arm.
“We can’t have that,” Amy responded having caught every one of Lucy’s mumbled words and she suspected brunette knew she would. “I’ve become kind of attached to you.”
“Have you?” Lucy asked smirking as Amy grinned at her.
“Hmm, you’ve infiltrated my heart,” Amy confirmed seriously biting her bottom lip as she nodded her head, before she smiled and leaned forward brushing her lips against Lucy’s. The first contact of their mouths was light, but as Amy’s hand came up to rest at the base of Lucy’s neck, her fingers tangling in the former criminal’s thick, dark hair, their lips crashed against each other with increasing urgency.
“So, I’m like what? Bacteria?” Lucy asked pulling back just long enough to speak before moving back in to nip at Amy’s lips playfully.
“I’ve always thought of you more like a tapeworm,” Amy replied, catching a glimpse of Lucy’s pretend offended face before she leaned forward and attached her lips to the crooks neck, sucking hard on the olive skin she found there, smiling against Lucy as she heard her moan.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Lucy finally managed to choke out, her arms automatically lifting as Amy grabbed the bottom of her tank top and began to pull it off, tossing it carelessly to the side a few moments later.
“Only the one’s named Lucy,” came Amy’s reply as she began to fiddle with Lucy’s belt buckle.
“Diamond,” Lucy added helpfully as Amy pulled the leather belt out of the tabs with a flick of her wrist.
“Or Johnson, or Ramirez, or Lawless…” Amy took a quick step back as she spoke quite correctly anticipating that Lucy would try to retaliate for that one. Laughing Amy hopped back, her body twisting and her arms coming up in front of her protectively, giggling as Lucy tickled her. “Okay, okay, my parasite references are only for you,” Amy relented.
“Aw, you promise?” Lucy asked tiring of tickling Amy and deciding to pull her into her body so that they could make with the kissing again.
“Cross my heart,” Amy breathed out, surrendering to Lucy as the brunette leaned forward and captured her lips, her arms wrapping around Amy’s waist possessively as her lips moved passionately against Amy’s.
“I’d like to have my way with you now,” Lucy breathed out, her hands resting on Amy’s hips, her thumbs dipping under the blonde’s shirt to stroke longingly at the smooth skin just above her hips.
“My booty is your booty,” Amy replied softly smiling at Lucy. She was sure the pirate references would never not be funny.
And then Lucy’s lips were on hers once more and in-jokes were nothing but a distant memory to her.
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Amy rubbed at her eyes sleepily, her eyebrows coming together in confusion as she heard Lucy’s voice. Blearily she wondered why Lucy had just randomly started to talk to her in the middle of the night, and was preparing to tell the brunette she didn’t know what she was saying when she realized Lucy wasn’t talking to her at all. She was on the phone, whispering.
“Who was that?” Amy asked when Lucy hung up the phone.
“Wrong number,” Lucy replied keeping her head facing away from Amy as she stood up and began to move towards the closet.
“I didn’t hear the phone ring,” Amy pointed out as Lucy pulled out a red Juicy tracksuit and began to pull it on. “Where are you going? It’s …” she leaned over looking at the bedside clock, “two in the morning.”
“Yeah, I got it on the first ring,” Lucy replied finally turning around to face Amy. “I just have to … run an errand. Yeah,” she continued smiling over at the bed where she could just make out an Amy shaped bump.
“At two in the morning?” Amy asked sitting up on the bed staring in Lucy’s direction. “What kind of errand could you possibly have to run at two in the morning?”
“Um … midnight snack,” Lucy said sounding rather pleased with herself after the ‘um’. “Yeah, I’m hungry. I want pie. I’m going to get delicious pie. And ice-cream,” she continued confidently. “And a hat,” she finished mumbling the last part under her breath.
“What was that?” Amy asked not quite able to make out the last thing Lucy said.
“Nothing.”
“You said something after ice-cream.”
“No I didn’t,” Lucy replied looking everywhere but at the bed.
“Yeah, you did. You said something that ended in ‘at’ like,” Amy trailed off thinking, trying to piece together what Lucy could have mumbled. “Oh my god, you’re going to steal a cat!”
“Am not!” Lucy responded indignantly. “I didn’t say anything about cats. Cats freak me out,” she continued shuddering a little.
Amy was quiet for a moment as she remembered that Lucy had told her that cats creeped her out a few months ago. She had confessed it after crossing the street one afternoon to avoid a stray that was walking around. As Lucy had pulled a mini-squirt bottle out of her purse, Amy had looked at her funny and the truth had come out. No, Amy didn’t think it was likely that Lucy would be stealing any cats, but she was up to something.
“Come back to bed,” Amy said reclining into a more comfortable and seductive position on the bed, carefully arranging herself so that the sheets slipped exposing the length of one of her legs. “I’m sure we can find something for you to nibble on here,” she continued biting her lip and looking at Lucy through her eyelashes, her entire posture projecting seductive innocence. Her eyes however, were glued on Lucy intensely despite her ‘come hither’ tone.
“Ah,” was all Lucy was able to get out of her mouth however, because she really did want to go back to bed and couldn’t think of a single errand that could be more important than kissing every inch of Amy’s body - starting with that long, lean, tanned, smooth, delicious - *cough*. Well, any errand besides the one she was going on, which she couldn’t tell Amy about because it was a surprise. This meant that ‘ah’ was just about all there was to say.
“Okay,” Amy declared immediately standing up, wrapping the bed sheet around her as she stalked towards Lucy. “What’s going on?”
“Er…rand,” Lucy responded weakly, knowing that Amy knew she was up to something. She never turned down an offer to come to bed, never. Even if she had to vault over cows, dodge traffic, encourage small children to eat their green vegetable, or touch a cat, she would do whatever it took to get her in that bed in the shortest amount of time possible. She had once divested herself of three layers of clothes, boots, a hat and a scrunchie in five seconds flat.
“Lucy,” Amy said with some trepidation in her voice.
“It’s a surprise,” Lucy responded nonetheless refusing to meet Amy’s gaze. “You’ll like it, I promise.”
“Lucy, you haven’t done anything … illegal have you?” Amy asked recognizing the shifty look in her lover’s eyes. It was the cagey gaze of crime!
“As sure as my name is Lucinda de la Pica Morales Smith, I swear to you that I have committed no crime,” Lucy replied sticking two fingers up in the air, swearing scouts honor.
“Your name ISN’T, Lucinda de la Pica Morales Smith!” Amy countered. “And you’re not a boy scout!”
“My driver’s license says I am. And the pledge was symbolic,” Lucy replied straightening her back indignantly, as if to say, ‘How dare you question my obvious lies!’
“Lucy,” Amy said again beginning to get a very bad feeling about whatever her girlfriend was up to.
“It’s not so bad. Really,” Lucy promised looking at Amy beseechingly. “Nobody was injured.”
“Injured? Injured!?! Oh my god!” Amy exclaimed. “Why would someone have been injured? What have you done?”
“I did it for you!” Lucy exclaimed desperation and panic beginning to set it. Maybe Scud was right. Maybe this wasn’t such a brilliant idea. Maybe Amy and Big Guns and the others really would be mad with her and not think that it was romantically impulsive at all.
“Lucy!”
“I …mighthavedruggedandkidnappedthedebsandflownthemtobarcelonainacargo
hold,” Lucy mumbled under her breath looking down at her feet. She hadn’t felt this ashamed of herself since that time she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“What?” Amy squeaked her eyes widening. “Did you just say that you drugged and kidnapped the D.E.B.S. and flew them to Barcelona in a cargo hold?” she continued already knowing the answer to her question but hoping and praying that she had heard wrong. After all, Lucy had been rather mumble-y.
“No one was injured,” Lucy mumbled again realizing that she might have under-estimated how much of a deal kidnapping people was, even if it was as a surprise for the woman you loved. “And we gave them sleeping bags.”
“You didn’t,” Amy practically moaned biting her lip. She knew Lucy did.
“You said you missed them,” Lucy muttered playing with her ponytail nervously. “I thought you could all hang out for a couple of days,” she continued chancing a glance at Amy. “I’ve got ransom demands and doctored photographs ready and everything. No one will know they’re really snorkeling and not in mortal danger. Plus, the music festival is on the weekend and I think that’d be a nice day out.”
“Oh Lucy,” Amy sighed stepping towards her, brushing her fingers across the brunette’s cheek before leaning in and kissing her. “That’s so sweet,” she continued pulling away from her girlfriend’s lips. “And so wrong,” she continued sighing. “So very, very, very wrong. Just … insanely not good,” she went on shaking her head. “But so sweet,” she sighed looking at Lucy. “They are going to be SO pissed.”
“But you’re not mad?” Lucy asked hopefully beginning to smile.
“No,” Amy admitted. It was impossible to be mad at someone who had just done something so sweet and considerate … even if it was highly illegal. “Big Gu … Max is gonna try and shoot you again.”
Lucy smirked at that. Big Guns could try, but Lucy had anticipated the woman trying to riddle her with bullet holes and had taken certain precautions. No, she was confident she wouldn’t be shot. She’d look out for fists and combat boots though. It wasn’t that she bruised easily or anything, she just found being hit to be extremely unpleasant and tried to avoid it.
“So, shall we?” Lucy asked offering her arm to Amy. She’d hoped to surprise Amy with the D.E.B.S. over breakfast, but now that the surprise was ruined she figured that a nice leisurely drive would be a good way to spend some time alone together before their guests arrived.
“Yeah,” Amy said looping her arm through Lucy’s. “Oh wait, I’m just gonna put on some clothes first.”
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Approximately Ten Minutes Later
“It’d be quicker if you took the …” Amy began.
“Who’s the driver?” Lucy asked pointing at herself with her free hand.
“You are. I’m just saying, at this time of night the …”
“Nooo,” Lucy interrupted sarcastically. “You’re not a backseat driver at all. You’re a front seat nagger, which is different … only not.”
“I’m not a backseat driver! Or a front seat nagger! Is that even a saying? Never mind,” Amy replied glaring over at her lover. “It’s just, in my position of navigator,” she continued pointing to the navigator button Lucy had bought her a few weeks ago for the boat, “it’s my duty to …”
“Do you want to drive?” Lucy interrupted again.
“No, I’m just …”
“Because you can drive if you want,” Lucy said quickly. “I’ll just take a nap … or something.”
“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Amy asked knowingly.
“What?” Lucy asked innocently. She actually would have liked that quite a bit, she hadn’t gotten much sleep because of the hot sexing and then worrying about Amy’s surprise.
“Did you turn this way specifically so I’d complain and you could get me to drive?” Amy asked not buying the brunette’s innocent look for a moment. Lucy was cute as hell, but she wasn’t THAT innocent.
“If I did, would you think it was cute and spontaneous?” Lucy asked quirking an eyebrow.
“No.”
“Then I truly believe in my heart this is the road God wants us to take.”
“You’re unbelievable,” Amy commented shaking her head, though as usual she was charmed by Lucy’s idiocy.
“Why thank you. I think you’re pretty effing fantastic as well,” Lucy replied grinning over at Amy as the blonde pouted slightly and turned to look out of the window.
Lucy sighed nostalgically, it reminded her of their first date.
TBC...
Author: Janine
Pairing: Lucy/Amy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, never have, never will.
Barcelona – Later That Day
Lucy bit her lip, chewing on it as her head tilted back slightly, a soft sound emerging from her throat as she looked at Amy who was grinning at her, teasing, a predator playing with her prey.
“Are you sure you won’t tell me,” Amy said wiggling her hand a little moving it further down inside of Lucy’s pants, her lips moving from Lucy’s ear to her chin where she let her tongue dart out to lick Lucy’s chin.
“It’s a surprise,” Lucy gasped as Amy’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties and began to slowly rub up and down.
“You’re really not going to tell me?” Amy asked pulling back pouting, the movement of the hand she had inside of Lucy’s pants stilling as she stared at the brunette beseechingly.
Lucy shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. There was every possibility in the world that Amy would stop touching her if she refused to tell her secret, but she had spent so long planning it that there was no way she was going to ruin the surprise now that the time was so close. Then again, she really, really, really wanted Amy to continue touching her. Finally understanding how Nancy Kerrigan felt as she clutched at her knee that sad January day in ‘94, Lucy wondered ‘why her?’ But she knew that she had to remain strong.
“You’ll be surprised if it kills me,” Lucy stated as steadily as she could meeting Amy’s gaze. “Which it just might,” she added under her breath despondently as her eyes flickered to Amy’s stationary arm.
“We can’t have that,” Amy responded having caught every one of Lucy’s mumbled words and she suspected brunette knew she would. “I’ve become kind of attached to you.”
“Have you?” Lucy asked smirking as Amy grinned at her.
“Hmm, you’ve infiltrated my heart,” Amy confirmed seriously biting her bottom lip as she nodded her head, before she smiled and leaned forward brushing her lips against Lucy’s. The first contact of their mouths was light, but as Amy’s hand came up to rest at the base of Lucy’s neck, her fingers tangling in the former criminal’s thick, dark hair, their lips crashed against each other with increasing urgency.
“So, I’m like what? Bacteria?” Lucy asked pulling back just long enough to speak before moving back in to nip at Amy’s lips playfully.
“I’ve always thought of you more like a tapeworm,” Amy replied, catching a glimpse of Lucy’s pretend offended face before she leaned forward and attached her lips to the crooks neck, sucking hard on the olive skin she found there, smiling against Lucy as she heard her moan.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Lucy finally managed to choke out, her arms automatically lifting as Amy grabbed the bottom of her tank top and began to pull it off, tossing it carelessly to the side a few moments later.
“Only the one’s named Lucy,” came Amy’s reply as she began to fiddle with Lucy’s belt buckle.
“Diamond,” Lucy added helpfully as Amy pulled the leather belt out of the tabs with a flick of her wrist.
“Or Johnson, or Ramirez, or Lawless…” Amy took a quick step back as she spoke quite correctly anticipating that Lucy would try to retaliate for that one. Laughing Amy hopped back, her body twisting and her arms coming up in front of her protectively, giggling as Lucy tickled her. “Okay, okay, my parasite references are only for you,” Amy relented.
“Aw, you promise?” Lucy asked tiring of tickling Amy and deciding to pull her into her body so that they could make with the kissing again.
“Cross my heart,” Amy breathed out, surrendering to Lucy as the brunette leaned forward and captured her lips, her arms wrapping around Amy’s waist possessively as her lips moved passionately against Amy’s.
“I’d like to have my way with you now,” Lucy breathed out, her hands resting on Amy’s hips, her thumbs dipping under the blonde’s shirt to stroke longingly at the smooth skin just above her hips.
“My booty is your booty,” Amy replied softly smiling at Lucy. She was sure the pirate references would never not be funny.
And then Lucy’s lips were on hers once more and in-jokes were nothing but a distant memory to her.
Amy rubbed at her eyes sleepily, her eyebrows coming together in confusion as she heard Lucy’s voice. Blearily she wondered why Lucy had just randomly started to talk to her in the middle of the night, and was preparing to tell the brunette she didn’t know what she was saying when she realized Lucy wasn’t talking to her at all. She was on the phone, whispering.
“Who was that?” Amy asked when Lucy hung up the phone.
“Wrong number,” Lucy replied keeping her head facing away from Amy as she stood up and began to move towards the closet.
“I didn’t hear the phone ring,” Amy pointed out as Lucy pulled out a red Juicy tracksuit and began to pull it on. “Where are you going? It’s …” she leaned over looking at the bedside clock, “two in the morning.”
“Yeah, I got it on the first ring,” Lucy replied finally turning around to face Amy. “I just have to … run an errand. Yeah,” she continued smiling over at the bed where she could just make out an Amy shaped bump.
“At two in the morning?” Amy asked sitting up on the bed staring in Lucy’s direction. “What kind of errand could you possibly have to run at two in the morning?”
“Um … midnight snack,” Lucy said sounding rather pleased with herself after the ‘um’. “Yeah, I’m hungry. I want pie. I’m going to get delicious pie. And ice-cream,” she continued confidently. “And a hat,” she finished mumbling the last part under her breath.
“What was that?” Amy asked not quite able to make out the last thing Lucy said.
“Nothing.”
“You said something after ice-cream.”
“No I didn’t,” Lucy replied looking everywhere but at the bed.
“Yeah, you did. You said something that ended in ‘at’ like,” Amy trailed off thinking, trying to piece together what Lucy could have mumbled. “Oh my god, you’re going to steal a cat!”
“Am not!” Lucy responded indignantly. “I didn’t say anything about cats. Cats freak me out,” she continued shuddering a little.
Amy was quiet for a moment as she remembered that Lucy had told her that cats creeped her out a few months ago. She had confessed it after crossing the street one afternoon to avoid a stray that was walking around. As Lucy had pulled a mini-squirt bottle out of her purse, Amy had looked at her funny and the truth had come out. No, Amy didn’t think it was likely that Lucy would be stealing any cats, but she was up to something.
“Come back to bed,” Amy said reclining into a more comfortable and seductive position on the bed, carefully arranging herself so that the sheets slipped exposing the length of one of her legs. “I’m sure we can find something for you to nibble on here,” she continued biting her lip and looking at Lucy through her eyelashes, her entire posture projecting seductive innocence. Her eyes however, were glued on Lucy intensely despite her ‘come hither’ tone.
“Ah,” was all Lucy was able to get out of her mouth however, because she really did want to go back to bed and couldn’t think of a single errand that could be more important than kissing every inch of Amy’s body - starting with that long, lean, tanned, smooth, delicious - *cough*. Well, any errand besides the one she was going on, which she couldn’t tell Amy about because it was a surprise. This meant that ‘ah’ was just about all there was to say.
“Okay,” Amy declared immediately standing up, wrapping the bed sheet around her as she stalked towards Lucy. “What’s going on?”
“Er…rand,” Lucy responded weakly, knowing that Amy knew she was up to something. She never turned down an offer to come to bed, never. Even if she had to vault over cows, dodge traffic, encourage small children to eat their green vegetable, or touch a cat, she would do whatever it took to get her in that bed in the shortest amount of time possible. She had once divested herself of three layers of clothes, boots, a hat and a scrunchie in five seconds flat.
“Lucy,” Amy said with some trepidation in her voice.
“It’s a surprise,” Lucy responded nonetheless refusing to meet Amy’s gaze. “You’ll like it, I promise.”
“Lucy, you haven’t done anything … illegal have you?” Amy asked recognizing the shifty look in her lover’s eyes. It was the cagey gaze of crime!
“As sure as my name is Lucinda de la Pica Morales Smith, I swear to you that I have committed no crime,” Lucy replied sticking two fingers up in the air, swearing scouts honor.
“Your name ISN’T, Lucinda de la Pica Morales Smith!” Amy countered. “And you’re not a boy scout!”
“My driver’s license says I am. And the pledge was symbolic,” Lucy replied straightening her back indignantly, as if to say, ‘How dare you question my obvious lies!’
“Lucy,” Amy said again beginning to get a very bad feeling about whatever her girlfriend was up to.
“It’s not so bad. Really,” Lucy promised looking at Amy beseechingly. “Nobody was injured.”
“Injured? Injured!?! Oh my god!” Amy exclaimed. “Why would someone have been injured? What have you done?”
“I did it for you!” Lucy exclaimed desperation and panic beginning to set it. Maybe Scud was right. Maybe this wasn’t such a brilliant idea. Maybe Amy and Big Guns and the others really would be mad with her and not think that it was romantically impulsive at all.
“Lucy!”
“I …mighthavedruggedandkidnappedthedebsandflownthemtobarcelonainacargo
hold,” Lucy mumbled under her breath looking down at her feet. She hadn’t felt this ashamed of herself since that time she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“What?” Amy squeaked her eyes widening. “Did you just say that you drugged and kidnapped the D.E.B.S. and flew them to Barcelona in a cargo hold?” she continued already knowing the answer to her question but hoping and praying that she had heard wrong. After all, Lucy had been rather mumble-y.
“No one was injured,” Lucy mumbled again realizing that she might have under-estimated how much of a deal kidnapping people was, even if it was as a surprise for the woman you loved. “And we gave them sleeping bags.”
“You didn’t,” Amy practically moaned biting her lip. She knew Lucy did.
“You said you missed them,” Lucy muttered playing with her ponytail nervously. “I thought you could all hang out for a couple of days,” she continued chancing a glance at Amy. “I’ve got ransom demands and doctored photographs ready and everything. No one will know they’re really snorkeling and not in mortal danger. Plus, the music festival is on the weekend and I think that’d be a nice day out.”
“Oh Lucy,” Amy sighed stepping towards her, brushing her fingers across the brunette’s cheek before leaning in and kissing her. “That’s so sweet,” she continued pulling away from her girlfriend’s lips. “And so wrong,” she continued sighing. “So very, very, very wrong. Just … insanely not good,” she went on shaking her head. “But so sweet,” she sighed looking at Lucy. “They are going to be SO pissed.”
“But you’re not mad?” Lucy asked hopefully beginning to smile.
“No,” Amy admitted. It was impossible to be mad at someone who had just done something so sweet and considerate … even if it was highly illegal. “Big Gu … Max is gonna try and shoot you again.”
Lucy smirked at that. Big Guns could try, but Lucy had anticipated the woman trying to riddle her with bullet holes and had taken certain precautions. No, she was confident she wouldn’t be shot. She’d look out for fists and combat boots though. It wasn’t that she bruised easily or anything, she just found being hit to be extremely unpleasant and tried to avoid it.
“So, shall we?” Lucy asked offering her arm to Amy. She’d hoped to surprise Amy with the D.E.B.S. over breakfast, but now that the surprise was ruined she figured that a nice leisurely drive would be a good way to spend some time alone together before their guests arrived.
“Yeah,” Amy said looping her arm through Lucy’s. “Oh wait, I’m just gonna put on some clothes first.”
Approximately Ten Minutes Later
“It’d be quicker if you took the …” Amy began.
“Who’s the driver?” Lucy asked pointing at herself with her free hand.
“You are. I’m just saying, at this time of night the …”
“Nooo,” Lucy interrupted sarcastically. “You’re not a backseat driver at all. You’re a front seat nagger, which is different … only not.”
“I’m not a backseat driver! Or a front seat nagger! Is that even a saying? Never mind,” Amy replied glaring over at her lover. “It’s just, in my position of navigator,” she continued pointing to the navigator button Lucy had bought her a few weeks ago for the boat, “it’s my duty to …”
“Do you want to drive?” Lucy interrupted again.
“No, I’m just …”
“Because you can drive if you want,” Lucy said quickly. “I’ll just take a nap … or something.”
“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Amy asked knowingly.
“What?” Lucy asked innocently. She actually would have liked that quite a bit, she hadn’t gotten much sleep because of the hot sexing and then worrying about Amy’s surprise.
“Did you turn this way specifically so I’d complain and you could get me to drive?” Amy asked not buying the brunette’s innocent look for a moment. Lucy was cute as hell, but she wasn’t THAT innocent.
“If I did, would you think it was cute and spontaneous?” Lucy asked quirking an eyebrow.
“No.”
“Then I truly believe in my heart this is the road God wants us to take.”
“You’re unbelievable,” Amy commented shaking her head, though as usual she was charmed by Lucy’s idiocy.
“Why thank you. I think you’re pretty effing fantastic as well,” Lucy replied grinning over at Amy as the blonde pouted slightly and turned to look out of the window.
Lucy sighed nostalgically, it reminded her of their first date.
TBC...
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Date: 2005-07-31 10:08 pm (UTC)I love her twisted idea of romantic gestures. And I loved that Amy was worried that she was gonna kidnap a cat. That cracked me up for some reason.
Moving on to part 3...can't wait for the yelling.