Interlude: Amy
"You look like you had a good time!" Vicky teased as they descended towards the french windows of her room, "So, did you go all the way?"
"Huh?" Amy woke up from her stupor and giggled for a moment, "No, just um… we got to third base."
Vicky blinked, "Damn, I've never looked like that after a night with Dean and this is third base?"
"Halcyon cheats." Amy smugged back.
Vicky rolled her eyes, "Dean tries to 'cheat' too, he doesn't leave me dopey for hours afterwards."
"Dean also can't get his head out of his ass. Seriously, half the time he just takes you to the mall. Hell, he didn't even listen to me when I told him to take you to see the celtics play."
"You have a point," She remarked with a shrug, "Still, we can't all hit the jackpot like you. Rich, hot and smart? Really? Leave some for the rest of us."
"Please, Halcyon barely spends money on me. Today and the dinner for our first date." Amy argued.
Vicky brushed that off with a, "Yeah, but that's because you're a weirdo who wears her socks until they have holes in them."
"Those were really good socks!" Amy prodded Vicky's side as she climbed down from the window, a grumpy glare spreading across her face, "And I still can't find another pair."
"Amy," Vicky deadpanned, "we literally found the brand and bought the same socks."
"Well, they must have changed it or something, because the new ones suck. The toe nub thing is so itchy."
Vicky groaned exasperatedly as she dropped onto the bed, "So, enough about the socks. How was Halcyon?"
Amy plopped herself down on the side of the bed, "He's really nice, followed me around for hours even if I didn't get anything. He even carried me while we were watching the sunset."
"Oh did he now?" Vicky grinned, "I think I saw pictures of that on PHO. Does he really call you princess? Or did the guy on PHO make that up."
Amy's flush was all the answer her sister needed, but she still nodded, "It's nice."
"What else does he do?"
Amy buried her face in the comforter next to the bed, muffling her groans.
"What was that?" Vicky teased.
Amy glared from where she lay on the bed, "Really?"
"Come on!" Vicky argued back, "I'm single! Share a little!"
Amy stared at her, "I'm not sure you want to hear how ge pinched my nipples while I was modeling bras for him."
Vicky froze, before slowly turning to Amy, her face flushed, "What?"
Amy, realising what she said tossed herself back, rolling off the end of the bed and onto the ground.
"You're not escaping that easily." Vicky demanded as she dragged her sister onto the bed, "I heard you went to Jane's but really?"
Amy buried herself in the bedding, but Vicky wasn't about to let her get away, reaching down to tickle the biokinetic.
"Cheater," Amy groused as she calmed down from her giggling fit.
"I can't help that I'm a brute, now spill!"
"Well, I was just going to get something nice for later, and I thought I'd see what Halcyon liked, but April was there…"
"And…?"
"Oh, I keep forgetting that you don't know April." Amy blinked, pausing for a second, "She's one of the new hires. You'll like her."
"You'll have to introduce me. So, what did April do?"
Amy chuckled nervously, "Well, when I told her what I was going to do, she said she'd keep the back changing room free for me, and well. Halcyon was teasing me all evening and I thought I could get the upper hand, so I went along with it and picked out a few of the more… skimpy pieces?"
Vicky laughed, "I didn't know you had it in you! But how did it go from that, to him playing with your tits?"
Amy's face was incandescent, but she eventually got the words out. "I like it when he just touches me sometimes. He's really good about giving me time to stop him, but that just makes it better."
"Oh really?" Vicky grinned as she pulled the pillow out of Amy's reach, "I had a grabby boyfriend a while back, not great, though Halcyon sounds different."
Am fell back into the bed, looking up wistfully, "No, he's not grabby. It's more… mmm… assertive."
"Really?" Vicky shook her head, "I didn't think you would be into that sort of thing."
"It's relaxing." Amy explained, "The only thing I need to worry about is if I like what he's doing or not."
Vicky nodded, "I guess that makes sense." She froze, "Wait, if he was groping you in the changing rooms, did you give him a blowjob in public?"
Amy was quick to deny it, but her face was a bright red.