Title: First Hit is Always Free
Summary: A candlelit room, two women… time for Amy to find out what it really feels like for a girl.
Length: Word count - 437
Author's Notes: For the buffyverse1000 pairings challenge.
Amy had never done this with anyone else before.
Late at night, all alone in her bedroom, hoping that her mother wouldn’t hear her, she experimented. Seeing what worked, what felt good and what felt wonderful.
But now she was staring into the bottomless eyes of Miss Calender… Jenny, and she felt so great, so wonderful. She had never imagined it could be so good with someone else involved. Jenny’s whispers seemed to float across the gap between them, caressing her with their syllables, and her head raced, almost drunk on the intoxication of the candle lit atmosphere and their closeness.
Their hands interlocked tightly with each other as they built to a climax together. Exhausted, but blissful, they let go and collapsed onto the cushions together, still panting.
Amy was younger, with more energy, so it wasn’t surprising that she stirred first. “Fucking hell, a girl could get to want that a lot. That felt so… so… fucking incredible!”
Jenny smiled. “Casting magic with another person can be very draining, dear. But it does feel most... satisfying, doesn’t it?”
Amy yawned and stretched out her body, enjoying the welcome feeling of tiredness. “That was fun alright. Hey, was that Romanian I heard you chanting?” she lazily asked, completely missing the momentary flash of panic that crossed Jenny’s face.
“No. It just sounds like it,” snapped Jenny, sitting up. “Now, I think it’s time you went, Miss Madison.”
Amy’s head snapped up, and her hurt expression almost made Jenny reconsider. “Now,” she said coldly, pushing down all the friendly feelings she had had, and watched Amy stumble towards the door, still casting looks towards her. “After all, it is a school night.”
Amy took a deep breath, and paused at the door. “Thank you, Jenny. It was a great ev –“
Amy closed her eyes briefly, her hand still on the doorknob. “Thank you, Miss Calender,” she said, and left.
Jenny sighed, and slumped back down into the cushions. Dammit! Why did she have to go and speak Romanian? She couldn’t allow any hint of her origins to get near Angelus, so that meant a promising apprentice being thrown away. So much potential too…. And now she’d have to blank Amy in the school halls now. Such a shame.
And outside Jenny’s house, Amy stared up at the lit window. That wasn’t fair. That was not fucking fair!! Just introduce a girl to the most wonderful feeling she’d ever felt, then just cut her off and throw her out.
Well, no fucking way! Not her! Not Amy Madison! Somehow, someway, she was going to find a way to feel like that again.
No matter who she had to deal with.