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All I want

A/N: This is a request for @wildsayeed. Hope you like it!

Kamilah had gone ages without concerning herself with the feelings of others. When you have money, power, fear and respect, no one expects you to speak gently.

In fact, the exact opposite was true. Kamilah had become revered for her no-nonsense straight shooting, and her clients sought her out for that very attitude.

So coddling was something she'd long since forgotten, and that much was clear when Amy called her out one day.

"It's just that sometimes you make me feel really low," she said softly, with a shrug. "What you say can come across pretty cruel."

They'd been arguing about something else Kamilah had done wrong - agreed when she said her outfit made her look fat, told her that she made her life more difficult, scolded her for letting Lily's influence make her reckless - truthfully, Kamilah couldn't remember. The argument had gone on for days in true human fashion, and she'd grown tired of Amy's fragile feelings.

But when Amy said that, voice breaking, tears in her eyes, Kamilah paid attention.

"You know I like you," she said softly, trying to make the girl understand.

"Then why can't you act like it?" asked Amy.

Kamilah's eyes widened as she gasped. She didn't realize she'd hurt Amy so much.

"What would you rather I do?" asked Kamilah. "Lie?"

"Of course not," said Amy. "You can be honest without being hurtful."

Kamilah stared at her, trying to remember what it was like to feel everything so strongly. She knew that the emotions were more visceral for Amy, but she wasn't sure how to navigate that.

"I---" she stammered, at a loss for words. "I'm sorry," she finally sighed. She turned to look at Amy, standing before her, so vulnerable and open.

"It's been a long time since I've opened my life to someone," she began to explain. "My role as CEO, as Council Member...it requires me to be..."

"Mean?" asked Amy.

"...I was going to say direct," said Kamilah. "But yes. And for so long, that has been my life. Work, Council, feed and sleep. I haven't needed to be vulnerable or kind, I haven't had to think of others."

"That sounds pretty lonely," Amy replied.

"It was a welcome change after Gaius," Kamilah admitted. "I never thought I would..." Kamilah paused, looking away.

Amy reached out, taking her hand. Kamilah looked up, her vibrant brown eyes soft and unsteady.

"Amy," she said, squeezing her hand. "I never thought that I would feel like this, again. The way I feel about you is both familiar and new all at once. It's an adjustment, a change from who I've been for years."

Amy looked down, ashamed. "I don't want you to change yourself for me," she whispered.

But Kamilah wanted to change for her. Amy was the best person she knew, and if she rubbed off on Kamilah...well, that couldn't be a bad thing.

Kamilah placed her finger under her chin, pulling it up to meet her eyes. "You're making me a better person. You're making me feel again, making me...almost human. I want to be better, more considerate, for you. I want to make you feel loved." Kamilah looked to the side, pain in her eyes. "I just hope that you can be patient with me, as I learn to love again, to remember how to put someone else first."

She looked back at Amy, whose eyes were wide. Why did she look like that? What had she said?

"Love?" asked Amy.

...shit.

"I mean," said Kamilah, "of course love is a big word and a big emotion, and it's still pretty early for us to go there, obviously, but I like you, Amy. And I want to be a part of your life, and maybe...eventually...if you'll have me..."

Amy smiled, eyes shining bright. "You're cute when you're flustered," she said.

Kamilah sighed. "You're cute all the time," she replied without thinking. Her cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink.

"I know," said Amy with a wink.

Kamilah chuckled. "Can you forgive me for being mean?" she asked, a vulnerability to her voice that made Amy's heart melt.

"I suppose," she joked. "We'll work on training you to be human."

"Thank you," Kamilah said seriously. "For your patience, and you kindness, and your understanding, and for calling me on my shit."

Amy smirked. Kamilah cursing was so unlike her. She never let herself lose that professional air. But she was letting that wall down for Amy.

"I'll always be here to call you on your shit, and keep you on your toes," said Amy.

Kamilah smiled as they settled into the couch. "That's all I want."

Final word count: 775

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An Unlikely Arrangement Pt17

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Pt11 Pt12 Pt13 Pt14 Pt15 Pt16

TRIGGER WARNING: Discusses non-consensual relations, violence and suicide

The first thing she heard was beeping. There was something soothing to the simplicity of it, one beep after another in almost perfect rhythm. Her head felt foggy, almost as if there was a wad of cotton rolled up inside it. She couldn’t remember anything at first, and then she remembered it all at once. It was like a tidal wave crashing into her: the piano, the knife, Kamilah...oh, Kamilah.

The room was bright when she opened her eyes, shame laced through her veins as if they’d used it to replace all the blood she’d lost. How could she look them in the eyes? She hadn’t planned to survive this, to have to face them and explain to them...why.

Captive Pt2

Pt1

Amy turned to face Kamilah.

“What are you doing here?” asked Kamilah.

Amy could tell she was struggling under Rheya’s influence. She didn’t want to hurt Amy, that much was clear. But she also couldn’t betray Rheya.

“I missed you,” Amy said, voice breaking. She let the tears she’d been holding in fall. “I realized how wrong I was. I have to be, if all of my friends are against me.”

Kamilah watched her, hands on her blades, trying to decide if she could trust her.

“I just don’t want to be alone anymore,” Amy rasped, collapsing to her knees. “Please, let me join you. Let me prove myself worthy. I just need to be with you all, again.”

Kamilah approached Amy slowly, torn between her loyalty to Rheya and her love for Amy.

“Get up,” she said coldly. “I will take you to Rheya. She will decide.”

Amy nodded, swallowing hard. She knew this was a big risk, but she couldn’t go back now, and she had to sell it if she had any chance of surviving this.

“Kami, are you well? I’ve been so worried, I don’t know what I was thinking, separating from you, from our friends. I was foolish, stubborn.”

“That’s nothing new,” said Kamilah, a slight smile on her lips. “I’m fine. Rheya is taking good care of our kind.”

Our kind. How rapidly she’d forgotten Gaius. But it wasn’t her…not really.

“And everyone else? They’re okay too?”

“Yes,” said Kamilah. “We’ve all been worried for you. It was hard to understand why you couldn’t see…”

“I know,” Amy interrupted. “I’ve really made a mess of things.”

Kamilah tutted at her. “Hopefully Rheya will show you mercy,” she said.

Amy bit her cheek to keep herself from rolling her eyes. “Sell this,” she thought to herself.

Kamilah opened the door, ushering Amy into Rheya’s mansion. She led Amy to the central room, where Rheya sat upon a dais.

Kamilah bowed before Rheya, and Amy followed suit. When she met Rheya’s eyes, she looked surprised.

“I found this one wandering around outside,” Kamilah explained. “She says she’s seen the error of her ways, that she just wants her friends back.”

“Is this true?” Rheya asked her, eyes dazzling.

“Being alone, it’s opened my eyes,” said Amy. “I didn’t realize how much it would hurt…how lost I would be without my friends, my love. I’m sorry that I opposed you. It’s clear now that I was seeing things incorrectly.”

“You seemed pretty convinced that I was evil,” Rheya responded, eyes narrowing. “It seems like a pretty big change of heart, to me.”

Amy looked into Rheya’s eyes, steeling herself. “You told me, not too long ago, that you wanted to protect me. You didn’t want me to experience the loss, the heartbreak that you had when you lost your husband and daughter. I was foolish to not realize that everything you did was to serve that purpose, to protect me from the pain I feel now.”

Rheya smiled. “You were indeed,” she replied. “But you are newly turned, it only makes sense that some of your foolishness from your human days remains.”

“Thank you,” said Amy graciously, “for understanding.”

“Welcome home,” Rheya said, stepping down from the dais. She moved closer to Amy, pulling her into a hug. What looked like a benevolent act, Amy quickly realized was a strategic maneuver.

“I’m watching you,” Rheya hissed into her ear, making Amy’s hair stand on end.

“Lily,” Rheya said as she pulled away. “Help our newest family member settle in.”

“Of course, Rheya,” said Lily, moving towards Amy. “Amy, follow me.”

Amy followed Lily, grateful to be out of Rheya’s line of vision for a while. “I’m so glad you’ve come back to us,” Lily said smiling. “I missed you and I was so worried. Don’t you feel safer here, with Rheya to look over us?”

Lily didn’t sound like herself. This was like some kind of cult, brainwashing and manipulating its members. Amy smiled back at Lily, shaking the thoughts away for now. She had to be careful. “I do, Lil,” said Amy. “Rheya is so powerful, I don’t know why I didn’t see the advantage of having her as an ally before.”

Lily frowned. “Not an ally,” she said. “Rheya is our goddess. She is meant to lead us and usher in a new era of peace.”

“Right,” said Amy. “Of course.”

They walked past the door to the backyard, Amy desperate to look and see if the tree – if Gaius – was still there. But she knew it was too soon, and the last thing she needed was to around suspicion. She had to lay low, at least for a little bit.

“Here we are,” said Lily. “You will be rooming with me and Serafine.”

“Fuck,” thought Amy. The last thing she needed was to have Serafine and her psychic abilities snooping around her.

“Oh,” she said. “I thought I would be able to room with Kamilah.”

Lily smiled. “I’m afraid not,” she replied. “Kamilah is one of Rheya’s chosen confidantes. She has special lodging so that she can be available to Rheya.”

Amy felt rage and nausea all at once. Of course Rheya had kept Kamilah close. She new that no matter what, she would have that card to play against Amy.

“Oh,” said Amy. “Of course. That makes sense. Whatever is best to serve Rheya.”

Lily smiled back at her, but there was something in her eye. It almost looked like she was struggling, fighting to say something else to Amy.

“Was there something else?” she asked, touching Lily on the arm. “Lil?”

Lily leaned close, her eyes frenzied. “Stop her,” she whispered.

Immediately, the flawless smile was back. “If you need anything,” she said, “please let me know.”

Part 3

Alone

Kamilah didn't beg. But as she held a bleeding Amy in her arms, she found herself begging. "Please, please, Amy stay with me."

She couldn't contain the tears, the fear, the pain. She sent a silent prayer to any God that would listen. "Don't take her, not yet."

She raised her wrist to her mouth, biting frantically. Deep, deep inside her, she knew. But she raised her wrist over Amy's mouth, letting her blood fall.

"Come on, Amy," she said. "Don't leave me. It's too soon. It's too soon."

The others watched as Kamilah's blood drained into Amy's unmoving lips. They knew, too. They were frozen in place, as if Gaius's hold hadn't completely let go of them. Tears unshed collected in their eyes. And they watched, silently, as Kamilah begged.

"Please," she said, blood still flowing. "Please."

But Amy didn't move. She didn't drink. She laid there, in Kamilah's arms. Her eyes were overflowing but unblinking. The light that brightened Kamilah's day was not there. The hearbeat that was Kamilah's home was no more.

"Noooooo!" Kamilah wailed, pulling Amy close to her. Her wrist still bled, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything. All she cared about was in her arms, disappearing before her very eyes. She held Amy's lifeless body, rocking her.

"Amy," she cried. "My firefly. I love you. I love you Amy, I love you. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She sobbed, gasping for air.

Adrian was the first to break free from his stupor. He knelt beside Kamilah, putting his arm around her and Amy. He broke down in tears, joining Kamilah's anguish.

Lily was the next to join them. She sat on the other side of Kamilah, hugging her from the side. She touched Amy's legs, crying silently as her heart broke.

Jax finally kneeled across from Kamilah, looking down at Amy's lifeless body. His face contorted with pain, a few stray tears streaming down his cheek.

"Why?" asked Kamilah, voice hoarse. "Why her? Why not me? Why not one of us? She didn't deserve this. This wasn't her fight."

The rest of them sat silently as the question hung, heavy, in the air.

"She stopped Gaius," said Lily. "She saved us all. We should've...I should've...one of us should've been able to save her. This isn't right. This isn't fair."

Adrian sniffled. "She wouldn't want us blaming ourselves," he said, trying to convince himself as much as the others that this was the reality.

Jax was silent. He finally stood, kicking the nearest object. "Damn it!" he screamed.

The group sat there for a while longer, unwilling to accept that Amy was really, truly dead. Eventually, her warmth started to fade. Adrian finally spoke up.

"We should bury her," he said. "Have a funeral. Commemorate her life."

He looked at Kamilah.

"Kamilah? " he said.

She sighed. "I know," she said. "You're right."

But even knowing he was right, she couldn't bring herself to stand. She sat there, running her hand through Amy's hair.

"I can carry her," Adrian said, reaching his arms toward her.

"No!" Kamilah shouted. "No. I'll do it."

It took everything within her to stand. To rise, and carry Amy, her Amy, to the car. She climbed in the back, refusing to put her down.

"We'll take her to Raines Corp," said Adrian. "Put her in the casket there while we make arrangements."

Lily and Jax followed, quietly.

Kamilah felt Amy's coldness seeping into her. It went beyond the lack of warmth on her skin. That chill crept into her bones, her soul. How was she supposed to live now? Another casualty, because of her. She would never forgive herself for this. Amy should still be alive. If she hadn't...if she hadn't loved her, she would be.

Adrian pulled up to Raines Corp and opened the car door for Kamilah. He led her inside while she cradled Amy. Finally, they reached the casket. Adrian removed the lid, looking to Kamilah.

Kamilah stared at the box. Amy did not belong here. She deserved better. Reluctantly, she lowered her into the casket.

"I'll take care of everything," Adrian told her. "You go home and get some rest."

Kamilah didn't want to. She wanted to stay. She needed to be there when Amy woke up. But then she remembered. Amy wouldn't wake up. So Kamilah nodded. She turned, and walked up the stairs. Out of the building. Climbed into the car.

She drove home, but she wasn't aware of it. Her body did the work while the rest of her floated. Lost. She unlocked her apartment. Alone. She turned on the light, looking at the now too-big space. She walked to the bedroom and sat on the too-big bed, alone. The sheets were cold. There was no warmth left in the room.

She sat and stared at the wall for hours. There was no reason. No reason at all. But still she stared. She turned to the nightstand and opened the drawer. She pulled out a small, velvet box, turning it over in her hands. She sighed, opening it. She stared at the gold ring, a small, clear diamond sitting atop it.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

She wanted to cry but she had no tears. Instead, she lay back, the box still in her hand, and stared at the ceiling.

At some point, she supposed, she had fallen asleep.

It was dark when she awoke. Her memory assaulted her like a snowball to the face. Her heart felt like shards of glass slowing cutting her. She blinked once, twice, but she heard...something.

She wasn't alone.

She jerked up and saw a figure standing before her. She turned on the light, and when it hit her intruder, she gasped.

"Amy?"

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An Unlikely Arrangement Pt15

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Pt11 Pt12 Pt13 Pt14

TRIGGER WARNING: Discusses non-consensual relations and violence

They’d arrived back at the apartment, but Amy couldn’t find it in herself to go to bed...not before apologizing to Kamilah for the night’s events.

Kamilah was in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine when she noticed that Amy stood there, looking at her.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” she asked her.

“Sure,” said Amy, shakily.

“Quite the evening,” Kamilah said, trying to put Amy at ease. “Are you alright?”

Just Kamilah

WARNING: CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT.

A/N: This is the first of my follower appreciation posts for @tigerbryn11. New to smut, so hope it isn't too awful!

"I don't know," Amy said, looking at Lily. "Maybe this is a bad idea."

Lily turned to Amy, smirking. "Nervous?" she asked.

"Yes," Amy admitted. "She is a goddess, Lil. And I'm...me. Inexperienced. Shy. Mousy."

"Mousy?" Lily shouted. "Come on girl, give yourself a little credit."

"I just...I don't know what she sees in me," said Amy.

"The amazing, wonderful, sexy woman that you are," Lily said, taking Amy's shoulders. "It's going to be okay."

Amy smiled. "Thanks Lil," she said. She gave her a quick hug before leaving the apartment.

She walked to Kamilah's penthouse, the bite of the cold air chilling her. She couldn't help but think of her lack of experience and Kamilah's years (and years and years) of perfection.

Her hands shook, whether it was from the cold or her nerves she couldn't be sure.

She took a deep breath, the heat winding through the air. Her mind went to Kamilah's caramel eyes, the way they dripped with warmth. She smiled as she remembered the first time those eyes drank her in, roaming over her body like sunrise over the mountaintops.

"God," she thought, no longer feeling the cold. "This woman may be the end of me."

She finally reached the entrance to Kamilah's building, the warmth blasting her as she opened the door. She greeted the doorman, who let her up to Kamilah's penthouse.

The elevator moved slowly, but she reached the top floor too quick. With a shaky breath she stepped up to the door and knocked.

The door opened and those caramel eyes stared at her, grazing over her body.

"Hello," Kamilah said, smiling.

"Hi," Amy squeaked. Her face grew red with embarrassment.

"You like radiant," Kamilah said as she stepped aside, motioning Amy in.

"Thank you," she said. "So do you."

Amy removed her coat slowly. "I can take that for you," said Kamilah, reaching out her hand. Amy offered her coat, their hands brushing. The touch was brief, but sent electricity through Amy.

"Wine?" Kamilah asked as she hung the coat.

"Please," said Amy.

Kamilah poured two glasses and returned to the living room, handing one to Amy.

"Thank you," Amy said, taking a sip of the wine. It sent waves of pleasure through her tastebuds. She was so in over her head.

"Are you alright?" Kamilah asked, eyebrow quirked.

"Who, me?" asked Amy blushing. "Yea, I'm good. Great. How about you?"

Kamilah frowned slightly, staring intensely at Amy. "I'm well," she finally responded.

"How was work?" Amy asked, trying to find a safe topic of conversation.

Kamilah licked her lips, her tongue slowly sliding between them leaving Amy weak in the knees.

Oh, the things that tongue could do. And probably would do, Amy reminded herself, her heart racing.

"Do you really want to hear about my work?" asked Kamilah.

"O-of course," Amy stammered.

Kamilah smiled. "Very well," she said. "We had a rather intense meeting. It went very long. The clients required a lot," Kamilah emphasized, "of attention."

Amy swallowed hard. "Oh? That must have been tiring," she said.

"Oh," said Kamilah, "maybe for your average CEO, but I've developed incredible stamina in my time."

Her lips quirked at the corners. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"We finally finished up and my clients left very, very satisfied."

"Well," said Amy, suddenly feeling much warmer. "I'm glad you're good at what you do."

Kamilah's eyes were darker now. The dripping caramel replaced with a sharp, deep brown as deliciously bitter as dark chocolate.

"You have no idea," she purred, eyes fixed on Amy.

Amy cleared her throat, trying to control herself.

"Thank you for inviting me," Amy said, practically a whisper. "I must admit, I had hoped we would have the opportunity to get closer."

Kamilah stood, walking over and sitting next to Amy.

"All you have to do is ask," she said with an alluring smile.

"Oh," said Amy, involuntarily.

Every shaky breath filled her with Kamilah's scent. She smelled like the calm after a storm. Her leg touched Amy's, heat radiating through the thin fabric.

Kamilah looked down at her, slowly pulling her hand into hers on her lap. "You're quite something," Kamilah breathed, smiling.

"Oh?" asked Amy, fingers tingling as Kamilah roamed over them.

"I've never been so...captured, with a human," Kamilah said as she played with Amy's fingers. She felt like a fly in the spider's web.

"Oh," Amy said, mentally scolding herself for not being able to form another word. "I think you're pretty captivating as well."

Kamilah smiled. "Are you alright?" she asked. "You seem tense."

"O--Yes," Amy caught herself. "I'm, uh, I'm okay."

Kamilah furrowed her brow. "Are you sure? We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Amy looked into her eyes, the soft caramel returned.

"I, uh," Amy stuttered as her heart rate increased.

"Darling, your heart is racing," Kamilah said quietly. "What is it?"

Amy blushed furiously. "I'm sorry," she began.

Kamilah pulled back slightly, looking at her.

"I just...I'm not very, uh..."

"Are you nervous?" Kamilah asked, patiently.

"Yes," Amy admitted. "You're so beautiful and charming and appealing and sexy and you're so experienced and I'm just, nothing like that. And I like you so much and I don't want to disappoint you or not be able to compare to all of the other impressive people you've been with and I just, I got in my head and now I'm rambling and I'm sorry and---"

Amy looked at Kamilah who listened patiently as she rambled, her beautiful eyes fixed on her lips. She couldn't wait any longer.

She launched herself awkwardly at Kamilah, their lips meeting. Amy kissed her deeply and passionately, catching Kamilah by surprise. After a beat Kamilah reciprocated, running her tongue along Amy's bottom lip.

Amy smiled against her, opening her mouth slightly to allow access. Kamilah met Amy's tongue, a sensual dance between them. She retreated, pulling Amy's bottom lip in between her teeth and sucking, sending throngs of pleasure through Amy's body.

After what seemed both like an eternity and no time at all, the two separated, chests heaving.

Kamilah's eyes were dark again, but they sparkled like stars in the night sky. "Wow," she said in between breaths.

Amy nodded in agreement. "Wow."

Kamilah looked at Amy, trying to hide the grin on her face. "I would like to keep kissing you," she said. "Would that be alright?"

Amy nodded, her cheeks bright red. Kamilah stood, moving to straddle Amy on the couch. She looked at the woman below her, hunger growing.

Amy stared up at Kamilah, her beautiful breasts right above her face. Kamilah shifted, moving her lips to Amy's. Her golden hair fell around them, tickling Amy's cheek, but she didn't mind.

Kamilah was domineering and delicate, demanding what she wanted but treating Amy with care. She stole Amy's breath, teasing her with that impeccable tongue. Amy reached for her body, hesitantly. Kamilah took her hand and placed it on her breast, assuring her that it was okay to touch.

Amy carressed her, rolling her fingers over her peaks and valleys. Finally Kamilah broke the kiss to remove her top. Amy's hands returned to her desperately, her fingers brushing over Kamilah's soft skin.

"You feel amazing," she told Kamilah. She could feel her smile as she worked her way towards her neck. She stopped, nibbling her earlobe in a way that drove her absolutely crazy, before continuing.

Amy held tight to Kamilah's shoulders, causing her to sit back and look at her, eyebrow quirked.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yes," said Amy, voice quivering. "Please don't stop. I...I want you to bite me," she said shyly.

Kamilah returned to her neck, fangs descending, eyes glowing. Amy moaned as Kamilah's fangs broke her skin. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It hurt, but Kamilah smoothed her tongue over her neck expertly, soothing her. Once the pain passed, Amy felt every movement Kamilah made between her legs.

"Oh!" she said surprised. Every flick of the tongue or nibble on her neck sent her reeling.

"Please," she managed to get out, desire suffocating her.

Kamilah reached down, teasing her shirt up and over her head. The look in her eyes as they roamed over Amy's body was something she would dream of for weeks.

Tantalizingly, Kamilah slid her fingers down Amy's neck, between her breasts. Her touch was light as a feather, trailing goosebumps. Amy moaned as Kamilah slowly moved lower.

She reached her jeans, tucking one finger inside the waistband, then two. Kamilah slid her thigh between Amy's legs, the pressure making her jump.

"Ohh," Amy groaned in pleasure as Kamilah softly grinded her leg into her.

She was lost in feelings of bliss when Kamilah stopped suddenly, moving further down her body. She sat below her waist now, unbuttoning her pants. Amy hurriedly moved so that Kamilah could pull her jeans and underwear off in one fell swoop.

Clothing discarded, Kamilah looked down at Amy's gorgeous body. She licked her lips before sliding a hair tie from her wrist and pulling her hair up. Her eyes flicked to Amy whose green eyes sparkled with desire.

"I'm going to use my tongue on you," Kamilah said gesturing to Amy, "is that okay?"

"Yes!" Amy said, emphatically. Kamilah smiled, lowering her head.

She started slow, her tongue exploring Amy's delicious folds. Amy felt Kamilah's warm breath, her arousal growing almost too quickly. Kamilah sucked and savored every inch of Amy, rising to take her clit in her mouth then returning her tongue to its heavenly rhythm below.

"Ohh," Amy breathed, Kamilah's tongue pulling her further and further. Her face grew red as Kamilah continued, that beautiful mouth taking her places she had never been before.

"Oh God!" she shouted as she came.

Kamilah relished the moment before sitting up, smiling at Amy.

"Just Kamilah will do," she said cockily.

Amy chuckled. "After that performance," she said between pants, "I don't think it will."

Kamilah rose and walked to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water.

Amy smiled. "Thank you," she said. "Are you this nice to all the women you bed?"

Kamilah raised her eyebrows. "Darling," she said, "you're still on the couch."

Amy blushed, embarrassed. "Guess we'll have to change that then, huh?"

Kamilah's eyes flashed a burning red. "Indeed," she growled, lifting Amy and carrying her to the bedroom in the blink of an eye.

"Oh my," thought Amy as she settled onto the luxurious king bed. "It's going to be a long night."

Final word count: 1759

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Consumed

A/N: Received a request to do a MC x Rheya fic which has been a fun experience. Enjoy!

Amy loved Kamilah. She had gone to battle for her, given her life for her. The love she felt for her was all-encompassing, unlike anything she’d ever known. She never thought she could feel more strongly for another, never thought she could love another.

And then, Rheya crashed into her world like a god-damn meteor, shattering what she thought she knew. Her body was electric in her presence, humming with some unspoken bond, an animal magnetism like anything she’d ever before known.

Amy loved Kamilah, but she was consumed by Rheya. Her dark eyes devoured her whole, her heart speeding and slowing at the flick of her wrist. Her blood begged for her presence, her touch.

Captive Pt1

Amy sat in the abandoned warehouse, head in her hands, alone. She thought back to her conversation with Rheya, before she promised herself to her. How she'd talked about being alone after she drank from the tree, how she didn't want Amy to feel that way.

She couldn't help but wonder if she'd known they would reach this point, if what she was really talking about was Amy being the only one who could break free from her thrall, the only one she couldn't captivate into submission.

Because right now, Amy was alone, and scared, and all the things Rheya claimed she was trying to prevent her from experiencing.