If You Seek Amy

Title: If You Seek Amy
Author: Star ~ http://star55.livejournal.com
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,204
Summary: Bec grumbles over losing out on scoring a girl, Amy decides to show her how to seduce properly…
A/N: An original femmeslash piece, dedicated to My Girl.
Disclaimer: These are my characters, straight from my mind, please ask if you want to borrow them. Thank you

If You Seek Amy


“I can’t believe it,” Bec grumbles as she sulks into the living room, having just come in from a night out.

Amy looks up, peering over the top of her reading glasses, closing the book she’s holding. “What’s up?” she asks, folding her hands on her lap and looks up at her best friend.

“I can’t believe Bianca did that to me!” Bec huffs, sitting next to Amy on the couch. She explains to Amy that she had been out at a club they frequented on weekends and how she had been dancing and getting close to this girl when Bec’s friend, Bianca, had come along and practically snatched the girl away from her. Bec was more than a little upset and with good reason, it was something Bianca always did to her.

“Mel and I really had something and Bianca just comes along, as always, and takes her away,” Bec mumbles, a pout on her lips.

Sighing, Amy takes off her reading glasses and sets them next to the book on the coffee table. “Bec, I’m gonna do something I should have done a long time ago.”

With that, she slaps Bec across the face. It is light, not hard enough to even leave a mark but enough to startle her best friend.

“What was that for?” Bec asks, bringing her own hand to her cheek, rubbing the sore flesh.

“You!” Amy starts and then shakes her head. “You have all of the right equipment, you’ve just got to learn how to use it!”

Bec shoots her a quizzical look and Amy sighs.

“Every single time we go out, you find a gorgeous girl who really seems into you and then Bianca comes in and swoops them away from you. There is nothing Bianca has that you don’t,” Amy began. “You’ve just gotta learn how to use what you have to your advantage.”

“Then what?” Bec mumbles, still frowning.

“Then,” Amy smiles. “Bianca won’t stand a chance.”

Bec returns her smile, somewhat nervously. “W-what do I have to do?”

“For this, you just sit tight, watch and learn,” Amy says.

She stands, dimming the lights and switches the stereo on. Soft music flows from the speakers and she can see the frown on her best friend’s face still. She smiles to herself and moves fluidly across the room. She takes Bec’s hand away from her face and kisses the back of it, keeping eye contact the entire time.

She gently straddles her best friend, knees on either side of Bec’s thighs. Amy isn’t even fazed that she is only clad in pyjama bottoms and a singlet top; she is focusing on teaching Bec something valuable.

“First,” Amy says softly. “You gotta let her know she’s not getting away, not without a fight.”

Bec nods, swallowing. “Uh huh.”

“That she’s going to come home with you tonight and no one else,” Amy continues.

She shifts slightly on Bec’s lap, her breasts right near her friend’s face. She sees Bec visibly gulp and smiles to herself.

Amy gently runs her fingers up both of Bec’s arms, straight over her shoulders and to the back of her neck, massaging it gently. “And once that is clear, she’s not going to want to go home with anyone else, especially not Bianca.”

Amy takes her hair tie from around her wrist and she ties her hair back into a loose pony tail, blonde strands falling around her face, framing it. She makes sure that as she moves, her chest was right in Bec’s line of sight; she knows how to accentuate what she has.

Smiling again, Amy gently cups Bec’s neck. “You got to let her know you’re in charge,” she says softly. “And that this is going to be the best night of her life. One she’s going to remember in years to come.”

Bec nods, eyes locking with Amy’s own.

“It won’t take long to get her under your spell,” Amy mumbles. “Start with a smile, a gentle touch of her hand.”

Amy gently picks up Bec’s hand, caressing it softly as she smiles at the brunette. She strokes each finger in turn, lacing their fingers together once she is done.

“Then lean in close,” Amy tilts her head forwards. “Let her know your intentions so she has the chance to say no if she wants to – which she won’t but it’s always nice to give the option.”

Amy’s breath ghosts over Bec’s cheek. “She knows what’s coming next, as do you and if she hasn’t pulled away by now, let your lips touch hers. Don’t introduce your tongue, not yet, you’ve got to build up to the good stuff.”

Amy’s lips met Bec’s softly, barely touching them and then she’s pulling away. She smiles as Bec’s moves with her, trying to kiss her again. She gently strokes Bec’s cheek softly.

“Now you’ve got her,” Amy whispers. “Everything here on out is a piece of cake.”

Bec blinks up at Amy. “It is?” she asks.

Amy nods. “We’re not done yet,” she replies.

Bec’s hands move to hold her hips and she takes them and places them either side of her on the couch. “No touching,” she commands softly.

She presses her lips to Bec’s again, kissing her just like before. Bec’s lips move against hers and she can hear the sigh falling from her friend’s lips.

“Now, you can introduce your tongue,” Amy starts. “Never too much, just rub it gently along her lower lip so she gets the picture. Girls dig it, she’ll be putty in your hands the moment her tongue touches yours. Just remember, you’re in control, she’s going to love you for it.”

Bec nods again and their lips meet once more. Amy parts her lips ever so slightly, running her tongue along Bec’s bottom lip. Bec’s mouth opens slightly, a sigh escaping her lips and Amy smiles inwardly. Amy gently kisses her deeper, slowly but surely introducing her tongue.

Bec’s hands move from their spot, coming to hold Amy’s waist and Amy removes them, not forcibly but Bec will know not to do it again.

“I said no touching,” Amy repeats.

Bec bites her lip and nods. “Okay.”

“It’s okay,” Amy sees the worry in Bec’s brown eyes and she gently strokes her cheek again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know,” Bec whispers. “I… I’m just not used to being seduced by my best friend.”

Amy smiles, kissing Bec’s cheek. “We can stop any time you want, you know that, right?”

Bec nods. “Yeah, I know,” she replies. “It’s okay, I need to learn this or Bianca will just keep taking all of the girls away from me.”

Amy nods. “Okay,” she places her hands on Bec’s shoulders. “Now that she’s experienced your kisses, she’s not going to want to stop. Her lips won’t want to be leaving yours.”

To prove her point, Amy leans forwards, pressing her lips against Bec’s again. They kiss softly and Amy’s pretty sure she hears a small moan coming from Bec but thinks nothing of it. Amy’s hands travel down Bec’s sides as they continue kissing.

“Now she’s utterly enthralled by your lips, all you have to do is plant the idea in her head and she’s yours,” Amy continues. “Drop her some compliments, nothing too cheesy and no crappy pick up lines. Though, one time, I did use the one from The Wog Boy on a girl. We didn’t get out of bed for two days,” she smiled, drifting off at the memory.

“Wait, you mean the they say you are what you eat and tomorrow I plan on being you one?” Bec asks, perplexed.

Amy flushes a little. “Yeah,” she said. “It worked though! She practically fucked me against the bar. It was a fantastic weekend…”

Bec chuckles and Amy can’t help but smile. “You’re a nutter,” she says.

Amy grins. “I know,” she replies. “C’mon, focus.”

Bec nods again and Amy shifts again on her lap.

“Now,” Amy pauses. “You’ve delivered your line, whatever it may be, to basically tell her you want to fuck her. Take her home and do it, go back to her place, or go into the ladies’ room and do it. Point is, she knows you want her and she wants you just as bad.

“Take her hand and lead her wherever it is you’re going,” Amy continues. “Always maintain your control. She’s not going to keep her interest for long if you flake it.”

Amy’s hands are on Bec’s waist, toying with the hem of her shirt. “Once you have here where you want her, the real fun can get started.”

Amy dips her head and kisses Bec again. The kisses aren’t as soft as before, they’re hot, full of passion and they are going to lead to one thing and one thing only. Amy’s fingers slip underneath the fabric, her semi-cold fingertips coming into contact with Bec’s warm flesh. She feels Bec’s stomach muscles involuntary move inwards as she strokes her skin and after a moment, she relaxes.

“Be slow but sure of what you want,” Amy whispers, breaking the kiss. “You need to know what you want to do before you do it so you don’t fumble. Seduction is an art and it’s going to be a flawed one if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Bec’s hazy eyes meet her own as she nods. “Yeah,” she breathes.

Amy kisses her again, unbuckling Bec’s belt. She doesn’t break the kiss as she slides it out of the loops and drops it to the floor. Her hands immediately go back to the zipper of Bec’s jeans, hastily undoing it.

“Wait,” Bec says pulling back.

Amy looks at Bec’s flushed face and bites her lip. “Too much?” she asks.

Bec shakes her head. “No,” she says honestly. “It’s just…” she swallows and flushes. “Are you really going to fuck me?”

“This is a lesson, isn’t it?”

The flush deepens on Bec’s cheeks and she nods.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want,” Amy says. “If it’s going to be weird?”

“No, it’s okay,” Bec replies. “Just give me a moment, I’m about to get fucked by my best friend.”

Amy smiles and presses a soft, loving kiss to Bec’s lips. “Take all of the time you need,” she says softly.

After a few short moments, Bec looks up again and nods. “I’m okay.”

Amy smiles again. “Alright,” she says. “So, you’ve got her exactly where you want her, the kisses are intense and she’s already as wet as hell for you, you’ve just got to do something about it.”

Amy’s lips meet Bec’s again, kissing softly at first, quickly turning into heated kisses. Her fingers are back at Bec’s fly, tugging it down. Bec’s breath hitches again and this time, Amy can tell it’s not out of uncertainty but one of pleasure. She pushes the fabric open enough so she can get her hand underneath it.

She pulls back from Bec’s lips, watching as her best friends’ eyes flutter open just as she presses against her clit from over her knickers. Bec’s mouth parts and she inhales sharply. Her eyes are locked with Bec’s and Amy smiles, moving her fingers again.

“Amy,” Bec whispers.

Amy just smiles, moving her hand, fingers slipping beneath the material of her knickers. Her fingers gently part Bec’s lips and strokes her clit a few times.

Bec’s head falls against the back of the couch and inhales sharply. Amy drops kisses to Bec’s newly exposed throat, fingers working her clit the entire time. She moves lower, gently inserting a finger into Bec’s entrance for a brief moment before pulling out again.

Bec moans loudly as Amy uses more force against her clit. She keeps kissing the soft neck, tongue tracing patterns across it. Amy shifts her hand slightly, adding pressure to another angle of Bec’s clit and she’s slightly startled when her best friend’s hand grabs a hold of her hip.

“Fuck,” Bec groans.

Amy grins, repeating the movement. She nudges Bec’s cheek gently with her nose and the brunette immediately captures her lips in her own. Amy sighs softly, kissing Bec back with equal fervour. Her hand moves all the while and Bec’s breath hitches again.

“Fuck,” Bec repeats.

Amy chuckles softly and just kisses Bec again. It isn’t long until Bec’s grip tightens slightly on Amy’s hip and she tenses completely. Amy moves her hand still, kissing the brunette hotly as she rides through her orgasm.

Bec is panting against her lips, shaking slightly. She opens her eyes and lifts a shaking hand to her face, brushing her hair away from her face. “Fuck.”

“Very eloquent tonight, aren’t we?” Amy teases.

“Fuck you.”

“Just did,” Amy winks and smiles to herself when Bec can’t seem to find the energy to reply.

Amy redoes the zipper up on Bec’s jeans and pulls the brunette’s shirt back down. Bec’s head is still resting against the back of the couch and Amy can’t help but smile at the post coital flush covering her best friend’s skin.

She sits and watches Bec for a moment, ignoring the feeling in her chest as she watches Bec’s breathing go back to normal. The brunette still has her eyes closed and Amy bites her lip, wondering if it would be too much to kiss her.

Suddenly, Bec’s eyes are opened and are focused on her and Amy finds herself feeling flush.

“So,” Amy says tearing her gaze away. “If you manage to do that, then Mel will be yours. Bianca won’t stand a chance next time.”

Bec chuckles. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” she says and stands up, straightening her clothes as she does and starts for the exit of the room.

Amy jumps up, acting instinctively and reaches out, placing a hand on Bec’s shoulder just as she’s left the room. Bec turns to face her, and Amy bites her lip again.

“You alright?” Bec asks, titling her head.

“Yeah… I…” Amy pauses and presses her lips to Bec’s own in a soft kiss.

She is slightly surprised when Bec kisses her back and she relaxes instantly, opening her mouth and kissing the brunette softly. Bec pulls back after a moment, cheeks completely flush and Amy can’t help but smile coyly at her.

“Well,” Bec says, clearing her throat.

“Well what?” Amy asks.

“I’m not sure, can we do that again?”

Amy chuckles. “You’re learning,” she mumbles as she leans closer, kissing Bec again. They stand there, in the hallway of their house, kissing slowly. Amy’s fingers tangle in the strands of Bec’s shoulder length hair, getting impossibly close. Bec’s hands are on her waist, slipping up the back of her shirt and caressing her skin.

Amy moans softly into the kiss and manoeuvres them down the rest of the hall and into Bec’s room, it being the closest. Amy kicks the door closed behind her and pulls back from the kiss. She smiles down at Bec and gently pushes her back onto the bed. Amy pulls off her tank top, throwing it to the floor before gently crawling on top of Bec, knees on either side of Bec’s hips.

Bec’s fingers are trailing ever so lightly down Amy’s arms and goosebumps form where she’s touched. Amy’s breath ghosts over Bec’s lips and then they’re kissing. Amy’s not sure if she initiated it or if Bec did and she finds she doesn’t care especially when Bec’s knee comes between her parted legs and presses against that spot.

Amy doesn’t even realise that Bec is moving them, that they’re sitting up until she feels Bec’s fingers hooking under her bra strap, undoing the clasp with two fingers. Amy shrugs out of the item, throwing it to the floor, her lips crashing upon Bec’s again. The kisses are heated and are they can’t seem to get enough of each other.

Amy undoes the buttons of Bec’s shirt as quickly as she can, her lips still connected to the brunette’s own. She finally is able to push the material of Bec’s shirt away, hands moving to cup Bec’s face softly. She kisses her again, moaning into Bec’s mouth as Bec’s hands go around her own back, undoing the clasp on her bra. Their naked breasts touch each others and Amy doesn’t recognise the sigh falling from her own mouth.

They part, gazing into each other’s faces for a moment and Amy smiles gently, pressing a soft kiss to Bec’s lips. She lets out a surprised squeak when Bec suddenly pushes her on her back, straddling her this time. Amy chuckles, reaching up to pull Bec down for another kiss. The kiss is softer again, less heated than before and Amy finds herself not wanting it to end.

Bec pulls away from her lips, trailing kisses across her throat, down over her collarbone and straight towards one of her nipples, immediately taking it in her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Amy groans.

She can feel Bec smiling around her flesh and she lets out another moan.

“Fuck,” she pants. “I knew,” she swallows thickly, trying not to moan again. “I knew I should never have told you I love my nipples being sucked,” she says in a rush. “Fucking truth or dare.”

Bec just responds by moving to her other nipple, repeating her actions on that one. Amy can’t take it anymore and she pulls Bec to her, kissing her hotly.

“Fucking tease,” Amy mumbles, wrapping her legs around Bec’s middle.

Bec smiles against her lips, kissing back passionately. Amy sighs when Bec cups her bottom over her pyjamas and she pushes down onto her hand. Bec’s hand moves, her fingers tracing small patterns across her material clad skin until she’s at her inner thigh. Amy gasps as Bec’s fingers trace over her crotch and she groans loudly again.

Amy flips them back over, Bec underneath her looking slightly surprised. She smiles widely and kisses the brunette again. Amy’s hand immediately starts tugging down the zipper on Bec’s fly for the second time that night and is trying to get her best friend out of her jeans as quickly as possible. After a moment, she pulls back from the kiss, focusing her attention on taking Bec’s pants off.

Having successfully pulled her jeans off, Amy smiles and presses a kiss to Bec’s inner thigh. She’s slightly surprised when Bec’s trembling and she leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses up her soft flesh.

“I’ll take care of you,” she whispers, locking eyes with her.

Bec nods. “I… I know,” she replies.

Amy kisses Bec softly, trying to convey her feelings through the simple touch. Bec’s fingers hook in the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and tug them down. They’re down to Amy’s knees and she shifts slightly, not wanting to break the kiss but also wanting to get out of her clothes. She eventually gets out of the pants and they’re added to the floor with the rest of their clothing.

Bec’s hands are cupping her bottom over her underwear and Amy pushes back against them. Their kiss breaks and their eyes meet again, both clouded over with lust. Amy gently shifts, moving down Bec’s body, leaving kisses as she goes. She takes the elastic between her teeth, tugging it down. She stops and presses kisses to Bec’s thighs, pulling the underwear off with her fingers.

She settles between Bec’s parted legs and looks up at her before lowering her head, pressing her lips to Bec’s clit. She feels Bec arch slightly and one of Bec’s hands comes to the back of her head. Amy’s eyes are closed as she gives long, shallow licks to her lover’s clit.

Bec moans from beneath her and Amy smiles inwardly, glad that she’s enjoying it. She alternates the strokes of her tongue to add more pressure and drinks in every single one of Bec’s moans.

“Amy,” Bec pants. “Amy…”

Amy looks up, tongue still moving and Bec lets out a guttural groan.

“Want you here,” Bec mumbles. “Kissing me.”

Amy pulls away, pressing a kiss to Bec’s stomach before moving, level with her face. Bec pulls her down for a kiss and she sighs when their tongues touch. Bec’s arms wind around her shoulders, keeping her in place. Amy gently moves a hand between their bodies, intent on finishing what her tongue started.

Bec bucks down onto her hand and Amy works her hard and fast. She keeps the pressure the same when there is a shift in Bec’s breathing and she kisses her hotly. Bec starts to tremble against her and Amy increases her speed. Bec trembles, clutching onto her much like she did earlier as her orgasm washes over her.

Amy moves off her friend and lies down next to her, still close but far apart enough to give her some space if she wanted to back out. She’s slightly startled when Bec pulls her close, cuddling her to her. Their lips meet again in a lingering kiss, one of Bec’s hands coming to rest at the nape of Amy’s neck.

“That’s twice,” Bec mumbled. “No one has ever made me come twice in one night before.”

Amy smiles. “Damn, I am good.”

Bec chuckles heartily. “You are,” she replies, kissing her again. “No wonder Bianca could never get you.”

Amy grinned. “Bianca would never have a shot with me,” she says pulling back. “She’s not my type.”

Amy’s lips close over Bec’s again and gently cups her cheek. Bec’s hand is on her back, stroking the skin softly. Amy wraps her arms around Bec, holding her close as humanly possibly, kissing her all the while.

Bec’s fingers are drawing random patterns on her back and she can’t help but chuckle when she recognises the word ‘nutter’ being traced out on her skin. She shakes her head and kisses Bec’s lips once more. She shifts slightly against the brunette and Bec’s hand brushes against her knickers.

“These need to come off,” she murmurs and Amy grins.

“Do something about it then,” she replies.

Bec smiles and pushes her hand down the back of Amy’s knickers and in one smooth movement, she’s pulled them off and they’re gone from sight.

“Well, that’s a neat trick,” Amy remarks.

Bec’s laughter is gorgeous to her ears and she tilts her head, kissing the brunette again. Their kisses are unhurried and lazy, revelling in the closeness. Amy smiles as Bec traces random patterns on her arms and she shivers slightly, the touch tickling her.

Bec is pulling her on top of her, keeping their kiss going. Her hands are moving to caress Amy’s bottom and a sigh escapes the blonde’s lips. Amy pulls back, looking into Bec’s lust filled eyes. She opens her mouth to say something but closes it again, moving to kiss Bec again.

Amy gasps against Bec’s lips as the brunette’s fingers traced her clit from behind. She pushes back onto her best friend’s fingers, wanting more. She moans when Bec’s fingers are suddenly gone from her clit and she pulls back, looking down at the brunette.

They’re moving together and Bec’s eyes lock with hers, she presses a kiss to Amy’s lips and the next thing she knows, she’s straddling Bec’s chest. She grips the headboard for leverage and lets out a string of curses as Bec’s tongue touches her clit for the first time.

Bec’s hands are on her thighs, maintaining a level of control and Amy’s glad it stops her from bucking down completely. She moves her hips slightly, gripping the headboard tighter as the sensations build up.

Amy’s panting heavily as Bec’s mouth and tongue keep doing wonderful things to her and she mumbles incoherently. Bec sucks her clit into her mouth and Amy throws her head back, trying her hardest not to just grind down into Bec like she really wants to and is surprised at the level of self control she has right then.

Bec changes angles and Amy shudders, clasping into the headboard until her knuckles are white and she moans loudly as her orgasm takes over her body. She barely feels Bec’s hands on her body, pulling her to lie next to her. Amy’s trembling all over as Bec holds her close.

Amy keeps her eyes closed as she seeks out Bec’s lips with her own, kissing her gently. She gently strokes Bec’s cheek and is shifting as close as possible to the brunette.

After a while, they part and Amy smiles at Bec. She bites her lip softly and gently takes Bec’s hand in her own.

“That was amazing,” Amy says softly. “I don’t think I have ever come that hard before.”

Bec chuckles and presses another kiss to Amy’s lips. “I’m glad then,” she mumbles, moving a hand to stroke her stomach softly.

Amy grins into the kiss, enjoying Bec’s fingers on her stomach. She rests her hand on top of Bec’s own and pulls back from the brunette’s lips. She yawns slightly and snuggles closer to Bec.

“Night,” Bec mumbles. “Love you.”

Amy waits until Bec’s breathing has evened out and she’s fast asleep. “I love you too,” she whispers into the night.

*****


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