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If you had told Amanda she’d become an English turned part-time theater professor with no pay increase, she would’ve called you crazy.
Why would she willingly let herself get extra work on top of her already full plate?
Because of the theater professor, that’s why.
The theater professor, Angela Giarratana, was someone she’d never met before. Angela was funny, kind, really pretty. Of course, due to their differing courses, they haven’t really spoken much before.
Oftentimes, a passing “Hi” whenever they saw each other in the main office or break room, the occasional small talk while at a work outing, maybe the rare moment where they’d share a drink if the outing location was at a bar was the most they’d talk.
Amanda liked their interactions, even if most of them were just a simple catch up before a meeting or even a quick hello in the hallway.
Amanda chalked up her liking to this specific person to her being bearable. Her being easier to be around, unlike some people at this fucking college.
Turns out, it was a crush.
So now here she was, sitting on a plastic table on stage, legs crossed as she sat back in an uncomfortable plastic chair, watching said professor gather the students into the seats.
Angela had been working on this musical, or at least working on getting it approved to put on, the first whole semester. Now it’s gonna be the main production by the school in the spring.
It’s January.
“Okay!” Angela beamed, putting her hands on her hips as she grinned at her class. “There’s quite a handful of things to go through today. One of them being,” She paused, glancing back to Amanda, waving her over.
Amanda let out a soft sigh, standing from the chair and moved over to Angela, stopping next to her. Amanda basically towers over the shorter woman.
“This is your new co-director, Professor Lehan-Canto.” Angela introduced, gesturing a hand over to her. Amanda gave the class a small smile and wave, sliding her hands into the pockets of her jeans.
“Hi. Nice to meet you all.” Amanda nodded gently, her eyes flicking over the faces, noting that some were from her own classes.
A hand raised in the crowd, her eyes moving over to it as Angela pointed to him.
“Aren’t you one of the English professors?” He asked, his hand falling back to his lap. Amanda nodded, lips pursing together for a moment.
“Yep. It was just some changes staffing wise that has me here. I’ll be back to teaching English after summer.” She explained, glancing over to Angela.
The shorter woman nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. Amanda’s eyes betrayed her (not really) and flicked down to her arms, the damn things lingering when she saw the subtle flex of a muscle.
Jesus, get a grip. She scolded herself mentally, looking back to the students in the seats.
“Yep. Treat her like how’d you treat me, alright?” Angela addressed, her eyes raking over the class. After getting a ‘yes professor’ from the room, she continued. “Moving onto other things, I can happily announce the spring musical to you all!”
Angela beamed, her hands moving to clasp together. A few kids perked up in their seats, a few groaning quietly. Amanda raised an eyebrow, looking over to her fellow professor.
“Our musical this year is ‘Nerdy Prudes Must Die.’” She grinned, rocking back and forth on her feet. The kids immediately began talking among themselves; some in excitement, some in disbelief, some in disappointment.
Angela cleared her throat, the room quieting. “Auditions will be held on Friday, so you guys have a few days to get your lives in order. Tech kids, I’ll send a message out in the Slack with details on soundtracks and stuff later.”
Amanda listened as Angela spoke, her eyes basically glued to the shorter woman. She can command a room so effortlessly, it was very admirable. A little attractive, even.
Soon enough, there were scripts in her hands, taking Amanda out of her thoughts as Angela turned back to their shared makeshift desk.
Amanda turned to the kids, who were looking up at her expectantly. She mumbled a soft ‘right’ before making her way off stage and to the first row, handing the scripts over to the first person.
“Take one, pass it over.” She told them, watching them take a script before turning around and going back onstage. She moved to the table, taking her spot back in the uncomfortable chair. She’s gonna have to bring in a cushion or something.
Angela was already scribbling away in a small notebook, humming softly to herself. Amanda glanced over to her, sitting back in her chair, trying to appear calm. Nonchalant.
“So,” Amanda began, crossing her arms. “Any uh, any thoughts? On.. people?”
She could not have sounded more stupid.
Angela looked up from her notebook, chuckling softly as her gaze met Amanda’s. “A few, but really it’s mostly depending on the auditions right now.” She shrugged, placing her pencil down.
Amanda nodded. She totally gets this. (She does, but only slightly. She’s more of a stressed out improv kinda girl.)
“Right.” She murmured. A small, slightly awkward settled over them. Okay. Great start Amanda. You totally don’t look like a moron right now.
Angela hummed, looking back down to her notes. Amanda’s eyes followed, looking down to the writing on the paper.
It was a bit more like chicken scratch than actual writing, if anything.
“What’re those for?” Amanda asked, leaning over to Angela a little bit, her voice soft. Angela looked up from the paper, an eyebrow raised. Amanda just nodded her head at it silently.
“Oh,” Angela mumbled, a small smile flashing across her face. “Just some production stuff. Like, soundtracks and whatnot.” She explained, scooting her chair closer to Amanda by a little.
She picked up the notebook, showing a page to Amanda.
“I have ‘em sectioned out, so this first bit is the prologue,” She spoke, pointing a finger to the first bit of her notes. Amanda’s eyes lingered on the color of her nails. She nodded.
“Character intros, expositions, yada yada. This next bit is act one,” She went on, pointing to the middle of the page. “Beginning of main plot point, subplots leading up to said main plot point..”
Amanda nodded along, reading bits and pieces of the paper. She noticed a few words were misspelled, the corner of her mouth pulling up into a small smile. Her eyes flicked back up to her face, head tilting to the side a little.
“It’s meeting. M-e-e-t-ing. You put meat.” Amanda chuckled softly, sitting back in her chair. Angela blinked, flipping the notebook back over to her, eyes darting around the paper for a moment before she grumbled to herself.
“Damn. I totally thought I had it right.” She mumbled, picking up her pencil to erase the word and rewrite. Amanda let out an amused hum, watching her rewrite.
“If you read any more of my notes, just ignore the grammar stuff. Dyslexia isn’t very kind sometimes.” Angela murmured, a light hint of amusement in her tone.
Amanda nodded, her eyes flicking over Angela as she went back to explaining her notes. Amanda listened, nodding and putting in an occasional ‘yep’ when needed.
Okay, maybe this extra workload wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Amanda is about to pull out her fucking hair.
The past week and a half was fine, smooth even. Auditions went great, roles were cast with little pushback, and the following few classes and starting rehearsals went great.
However, you can’t win them all. This week was not on her side whatsoever. Her English classes were fine- those kids were rockstars. It was the theater classes that were, unfortunately, not rockstars.
The leads were stumbling over their scripts and choreo, bumping and running into each other when trying to get offstage. The ensemble were messing up the chorus at some bits, and there were far too many tech issues for her to try and fix.
Amanda is not very tech savvy in the slightest.
She was stressed. Very stressed. She could tell Angela was too. Speaking of Angela..
Angela and her were standing at the back of the auditorium, arms crossed as they watched the kid playing Peter stutter over his lines again.
“Okay,” Amanda muttered, wincing slightly as he asked for his lines. “Maybe we should give ‘em a break, Angela.” She mumbled to her co-director, eyes flicking away from the stage and to the shorter woman.
Angela ran a hand through her hair, fingers combing through the short brown locks as she sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” She nodded, glancing up to Amanda.
“Ten? Five?” She questioned, her eyes flicking back and forth between Amanda’s own. Amanda blinked, a quiet ‘uh’ leaving her lips. God her eyes are pretty.
“I’d- I’d say ten.” She managed to speak without her voice wavering, clearing her throat quietly. “Give them time to recharge. Maybe they’ll bounce back after that.” She shrugged, giving her a small smile.
Angela nodded, looking back to the stage. The students were standing awkwardly on stage in silence, waiting for their next direction. “Take ten, recharge.” Angela called out, flashing them a closed smile.
They all immediately began to move off stage, a ripple of ‘thank you ten!’ and vocal warmups filling the silence of the auditorium. Angela sighed, moving to take a seat in one of the rows.
She sat down, slumping down into the chair. God, she looked dead. Not really, but.. y’know. Tired.
Amanda took the seat next to her, sighing softly when she was finally off her feet. They hurt.
Angela slowly turned her head over to Amanda, a small, tired smile on her lips. “So how’s your week goin’?” She murmured, her smile slowly turning into a tired grin.
“Shitty,” She replied flatly, sinking into the seat. It’s much more comfortable than that stupid plastic one. “There’s so many tech issues and I can’t..” She trailed off, rubbing her hands across her face.
“I cannot for the life of me fix them. Tech isn’t my thing.” She sighed, slinking down in her seat even more, legs straight out, her feet under the seat in front of her.
Angela lifted a hand and gave Amanda’s shoulder a pat. Amanda almost jumped at the contact. “‘S okay. I can see if I can get a friend to help with all the tech issues. He’s real good at that stuff.” She assured, giving her shoulder a squeeze before pulling her hand back.
Amanda nodded, blinking a bit as she looked away and back to the stage, watching a kid move across. “Cool, cool.” She mumbled, shifting in the seat. A somewhat comfortable silence settled over the two, now just watching the kids on stage.
Angela lolled her head to the side, her eyes flicking over Amanda’s profile. Amanda didn’t notice, too lost in her thoughts on what else she can do other than the tech problems. Maybe prop building. Oh, or costumes..
Angela let her eyes flick down, taking in Amanda’s outfit. It was a simple thing altogether, a long sleeved white button up with one or two buttons undone, a pair of normal, well loved jeans, sneakers and light jewlery.
Angela thought she looked pretty good. Actually, really good.
She looked back to the stage, eyebrows furrowing together slowly as she thought about all the stuff she had to do this week. She could use a drink. Specifically wine. Or a martini.
Angela looked back over to Amanda, who was already looking over. Amanda’s eyes widened slightly, her lips tugging up into a smile. “Hi.” She mumbled.
Angela chuckled, sitting up in the seat, angling her body to face Amanda more.
“Hi.” She greeted back, leaning on the arm rest between their seats. Amanda had to look up a little bit, still basically halfway off her own seat.
..Huh.
“Do you wanna go get drinks sometime?” Angela asked, her eyes flicking around Amanda’s face. Amanda blinked, the words registering in her head before she sat upright, her smile growing.
“Yeah, sure. What’s the occasion, just felt like it?” She grinned, her voice a little teasing as she met Angela’s gaze. Angela shrugged a shoulder, her fingers fidgeting with the rings on her fingers.
“I mean, depending on how this week goes,” She began, raising an eyebrow with her own small grin. “I think we could use one or two.”
Amanda hummed, the sound soft. She considered her options.
One: Get drinks with her cute coworker.
Two: Get drinks with her cute coworker and get (most likely) drunk enough (three-ish drinks) to do something stupid.
Three: Say no, cockblock herself, be mad about it and find purchase in her vibrator.
Ooh, that last one is sad.
Amanda’s lips pulled up into a small smile, pushing that thought to the side. “I’d love to.” She grinned, gently elbowing Angela’s arm. “What day are you thinking?” She asked, her tone soft. Maybe too soft.
Angela hummed, her eyes brightening as Amanda agreed. “I was thinking Friday night after rehearsal, but if you’re busy that day, Saturday works as well.” She shrugged, her eyes flicking up to Amanda’s own.
Amanda thought, mentally checking through the rest of her week. Classes, rehearsal, classes, more rehearsal, off. Saturday was her only day really “off”, socially. She had a painting class with Tommy on Sunday.
She hummed, eyebrows knitting together. “Mm, I dunno. Saturday’s my only day off.” She mumbled, an apologetic look on her face.
Angela nodded, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. “Aw, alright. I don’t wanna push, I get it.” She smiled softly at Amanda, the corners of her eyes crinkling.
Amanda felt her heart squeeze, her eyes flicking over her quickly. Damn this woman for being so attractive.
Amanda pulled her phone out from her back pocket, looking down to unlock it. “I can give you my number to work out a day, if you’d like?” She offered, glancing up from the screen.
A full blown grin was on Angela’s lips, her hands scrambling to get her own phone. “Yeah, sure! And we can also talk about, like, work without using our emails.” She added, looking down to her phone.
Amanda let out a soft laugh, nodding along.
“Sure, that too.” She murmured, handing Angela her phone as she took hers, typing in her number. She grinned to herself, starting a conversation between them.
Mandy ❤️ - 5:36pm
hiii its amanda :)
Amanda handed Angela’s phone back over as she took her own, eyes crinkling slightly as she smiled at the other woman. “Feel free to talk to me about whatever, I’ve got an ear to lend.” She spoke, shifting in her seat slightly, tucking a foot underneath her.
Angela chuckled, staring down at her screen for a moment before sliding her phone into the pocket of her UCLA hoodie, leaning an elbow on the arm rest.
“I’ll hold you to that, Mandy.” She grinned, her voice holding a teasing lilt.
Amanda’s heart just about stopped at the use of the nickname, her smile growing by a fraction. She looked down to her screen, eyes flicking to the contact name.
angel-a <3
Cute.
Angela looked back to the stage, sighing softly. “Their break’s up.” She mumbled, making Amanda look up. Angela let out a soft sigh as she stood, adjusting her hoodie before moving closer to the stage.
Amanda stood, following as she slid her phone into her back pocket. She caught up with her, moving to walk in step with her.
“God help us?” Amanda joked, looking down to her co-worker.
Angela looked up, her brown eyes meeting Amanda’s, grinning.
“God help us.”
“Ooh, drinks you say?”
Tommy’s voice was teasing, his lips pulled up into a small smirk as he held a paintbrush between his fingers. Amanda looked over, chuckling softly.
“Yes, drinks. It was a nice offer, I couldn’t turn her down.” Amanda spoke, looking back to her canvas. They were at a class, painting and drinking wine. This is fun.
Her canvas was covered in a blanket of white, her brush holding a warm purple. They were painting a sunset.
“But you didn’t go out with her yesterday?” He commented, swiping his brush across the top of his canvas, looking back to the instructor. Amanda scoffed slightly.
“Tommy, yesterday was my only day off socially and I really needed to have a me day.” She pointed out, glancing over to her friend, who just shook his head once.
“I would’ve canceled today if I went out with her, you know that right?” She added, raising an eyebrow as she looked down at her paintbrush, dipping it into the small pile of purple on her palette.
Tommy pressed a hand to his chest in fake surprise, a soft gasp leaving his lips. “No, you’d never!” He looked at her, a grin on his lips. Amanda just rolled her eyes, moving her paintbrush across her canvas.
“But yes, I get what you’re saying.” He hummed, going back to his own canvas. Amanda rolled her shoulders back, eyebrows knitting together as she looked at the instructor’s canvas.
“Are you gonna go out with her sometime soon, or..?” He asked, a curious edge to his voice. Amanda nodded once, grabbing her wine glass with her other hand and brought it up to her lips.
“Yeah. Friday.” She mumbled, taking a gulp of her wine. It was cheap, the aftertaste flat, but still enough to make you feel it. Not a lot, by all means, but still feel it.
She set her glass down, picking up a different paintbrush. “End of the week, a nice relaxing evening into the weekend..” She murmured, the corner of her mouth pulling into a smile.
“Perfect time to get drinks, unless the place wherever we go is packed.” She finished, looking over to her friend.
Tommy was already looking over to her, an eyebrow raised, his lips set in a ‘uh-huh’ way.
Amanda paused, a soft scoff-chuckle leaving her as her head tilted to the side a little. “What? What’s with that face?”
Tommy held up his hands, shaking his head while mumbling. “Nothing, nothing..” He dropped his hands, his paintbrush going into his water cup. Amanda hummed, looking back to her canvas.
“Just that it’s also, maybe, a bit of a time period from the next week in case something were to happen..”
Amanda felt her face warm, paintbrush pausing mid stroke. She looked over to him, eyebrows raised.
She spluttered on her words for a moment before getting something out. “Wha- what are you saying, Tommy?” She asked, slightly annoyed.
Tommy just shrugged. “Well, I know how you get a few drinks in, Amanda. That’s all I’m saying.” He told her, casting a sideways glance to her.
Amanda was silent, instead focusing back on her painting. Her silence was loud enough for Tommy.
angel-a <3 - 3:21pm
heyyy mandy
how’s it going??
Amanda’s phone buzzed on her desk, her head snapping up from it. She blinked, looking around her lecture hall, silently thanking herself that she had a conference block.
She yawned, grabbing her phone and looked through her notifications, a small smile pulling at her lips as she read Angela’s texts. She tapped on one, getting sent to their conversation.
Mandy ❤️ - 3:24pm
I’m spent.
I was up late grading papers for my english classes all night.
How are you doing?
Amanda placed her phone back down on her desk, stretching her arms up over her head with a soft groan. She had let those papers stack up over the last two weeks, and it definitely bit her in the ass.
Her elbows popped with a quiet ripple of cracks, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Her phone buzzed again.
angel-a <3 - 3:26pm
yikes
sounds horrible
sending luv and prayers 🙏🙏
also im okay, just bored lol
Amanda chuckled softly, shaking her head as she picked up her phone, thumbs tapping the screen.
Mandy ❤️ - 3:27pm
Thanks honey.
I definitely need some right now, lol.
angel-a <3 - 3:28pm
sending extra then :))
oh btw are we still on for drinks tonight?
we can reschedule if you’re not feeling up to it
Amanda muttered a soft curse to herself. Right, she promised her drinks tonight. But god, she did not feel like going out.
Mandy ❤️ - 3:30pm
Definitely still on for drinks!
I’d feel bad for rescheduling a second time anyways, lol.
Send me the address of where we’re going?
There was a brief pause, the bubbles on her side rippling for a moment before disappearing, then reappearing.
angel-a <3 - 3:32pm
i was thinking we could drink some wine at my place? since its a froday and all
froday*
friday** omg??
Amanda grinned. Oh, this was perfect. Still having a drink with Angela, not at all going out to a busy bar, and staying in. Kinda. This was great.
Mandy ❤️ - 3:33pm
That actually sounds amazing.
I hope you like true crime because a new Dateline episode is on tonight and I HAVE to watch it haha.
angel-a <3 - 3:33pm
omg i love dateline!!
i love true crime period but i love dateline!! still catching up tho..
And Amanda thought this woman could not get any better. She grinned, packing up her bag. It’s an everything shower type of thing when she gets home.
Mandy ❤️ - 3:37pm
You’re heading up the list of my favorite people pretty fast, Angela.
I’m gonna go ahead and head home right now, but I’ll see you around 7?
angel-a <3 - 3:39pm
aww alright
ill see u tonight then!!
omg and i have a surpise for u
NO SPOILERS!!
Amanda chuckled to herself again, pulling the straps of her bag on. “Oh boy.” She mumbled, shaking her head lightly.
Mandy ❤️ - 3:41pm
Hahaha okay okay!
Can’t wait for the surprise :)
See you later honey.
angel-a <3 - 3:41
Okayy
see you later mandy <3
Amanda’s fingers drummed along her steering wheel. She can feel the nerves coming on. God, it’s not even a date, what is she even worried for?
She let out a sigh, eyebrows furrowing together as she rolled to a stop at a light. Her eyes darted down to her phone in her cup holder, the screen still showing the directions to Angela’s place.
“This is totally fine. I’m totally fine.” She mumbled to herself, shifting in her seat. The music on the radio played softly, filling the silence.
Friends do this all the time. Hangouts at, y’know, the other’s. It’s fine. It’s not a date.
But are they even friends?
Amanda groaned. Technically, they’ve only really “known” each other for two weeks. Sure, they’ve known of each other, but that’s not really the same.
She took a right, leaning an elbow against the door of the car. She needs to stop overthinking this. It’s just a wine night to calm down, unwind after a long week.
Before she knew it, Amanda had parked at an apartment complex. She let out a sigh, pulling her keys out of the ignition. Just drinks. Drinks only. Drinks. Wine. It’s wine.
She let herself sit in the silence of her car for another minute, mentally getting her shit together before getting out. She locked the car as she walked up to the building, up the stairs.
Amanda looked down at her outfit, making sure she wasn’t somehow naked. She wore something simple, but cute. A black, cropped tank top, a pair of high waisted jeans, an orange button up that she kept unbuttoned, and her boots.
Cute, basic-ish enough for a wine night.
Not anything other than. Like what Tommy had implied on Sunday. And the entirety of this week.
She shook her head, stopping in front of Angela’s apartment door. She let out a soft sigh, raising her hand to knock, knuckles rapping against the wood three times.
It took a moment, but eventually the door swung open, and there was Angela. A smile on her lips and her eyes lit up.
God, does she know what she does to her?
“Amanda, hey!” She greeted, stepping forward and wrapped her arms around Amanda, giving her a warm hug. Amanda smiled, returning the hug with a light squeeze.
“Hey Angel.” That’s new. “How’re you?” She greeted, pulling her arms back when Angela stepped into her apartment, turning. Amanda followed, closing the door behind her and dropped her keys into the small bowl by the door.
“I’m good, better now that you’re here though.” Angela said, looking over her shoulder and to Amanda.
She chuckled softly, following Angela into her living room after taking off her boots, moving to sit down on the couch.
“Oh my god.”
Angela spun around, eyebrows knitted together in worry at Amanda’s tone. She hurried over, lips parting to ask what was wrong, when-
“Oh my god! Who is this angel?” Amanda cooed, immediately dropping to her knees, her hands moving to start petting at the small dog on the couch.
It was a small white chihuahua, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, and Amanda was fawning all over him. She was gushing over the small animal, scratching and petting and pressing kisses into his fur.
He just sat there, blinking.
“Aw, you met my surprise, huh?” Angela grinned, leaning on the armrest of the couch. Amanda looked up, her smile big. “Your surprise is adorable. What’s his name?” She asked, looking back down to the dog.
Angela felt her heart skip, a stupid grin on her lips as she watched the other woman gush over her dog. “His name’s Spork. I’ve had him for a while.” She spoke, eyes flicking over to Spork.
He was looking up at her with tired eyes.
She chuckled, reaching a hand out and gently scratched at his head. Spork freed himself from Amanda and hopped off the couch with a sigh, walking off.
“He’s adorable.” Amanda commented, standing back up, smoothing down her shirt. Angela hummed, nodding as she moved over to her kitchen. “Take a seat, I’ll put on Dateline in a second.” She smiled at her, disappearing behind the wall.
Amanda sat down, tucking a foot underneath her as she did. She took this opportunity to glance around, taking note of the small details. The little trinkets, the decor.
It was all very Angela.
Angela emerged from the kitchen, two wine glasses and a bottle in her hands. She grinned, gently shaking her hands as she sat down next to Amanda, setting the glasses on the table.
“What’re we drinking?” Amanda asked, her smile soft as she looked over to Angela, watching her open the bottle.
“Uhh..” She looked at the label as she uncorked the bottle, eyebrows furrowing together in the effort. “Merlot.” She said with a quick smile and glance over.
Amanda nodded, her eyes flicking away from her face and to her hands, watching the muscles flex under her forearms.
Nope. No no, don’t go there.
A grin pulled at her lips, shifting on the couch as Angela handed a glass over to her. A small shiver went through her as their fingers brushed.
“Ooh, merlot.” Amanda chuckled, eyes flicking to the TV, watching as Angela switched over to find Dateline. “Adventurous.” She joked, taking a sip.
Angela laughed softly, sitting back on the couch as she pressed play, looking over to Amanda. “How long have you been watching Dateline?” She asked, setting the remote off to the side.
“Oh, ages. I’m all caught up.” Amanda grinned, a twinkle in her eyes.
Angela’s jaw dropped, a hand reaching out and grabbing at Amanda’s arm. “No way! That’s like, a billion episodes! You have to tell me how you did that.”
“No way someone wrote ‘Fuck Honda’ on your car.” Amanda scoffed, shaking her head firmly as she crossed her arms.
It’s sometime over 9pm, they’re both about four glasses in, and very much so intoxicated. Amanda’s too drunk to drive home, so now wine night turned into an impromptu sleepover.
Friends do this.
“I’m telling you, they did! It was in bright orange on the side of my car and I had to drive around for three days with that on!” Angela protested, throwing a hand up into the air.
Amanda shook her head again, watching Angela stand. She grabbed the wine glasses and bottle from off the table, moving to her kitchen. “I literally have pictures. It was real, Amanda.”
Amanda stood, following her into the kitchen. She turned the corner, eyes landing on the other woman at the sink. She let them flick over her back for a moment as she walked closer. Does she work out?
“You’re so gonna have to show me then, babe.” Another new thing. “Because why would they do that to you? Like, you’re the most..” Amanda trailed off, eyes flicking up to her face as she turned around.
“Undeserving of that?” She finished, a grin on her lips. Angela just laughed, gently pushing Amanda.
“You’re so kind.” She chuckled, eyes crinkling as she smiled, looking up to Amanda.
A quiet, comfortable silence settled over the both of them, just kinda.. looking at each other. Noticing the small details.
Amanda noticed the twin marks on her neck.
Angela noticed the way Amanda’s eyes dropped from her own and down to her lips. But only for a quick second.
“I try.” Amanda mumbled after a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet Angela’s gaze. Angela smiled, leaning closer a little bit. “Well, I appreciate the effort, Mandy.” She murmured.
Amanda can’t tell if its the wine, but she just- wants to reach out. To touch Angela somehow. To feel.
“Mmhm.” She hummed, nodding once. Her hands hesitated at her sides for a moment before she reached one out, gently brushing some of Angela’s hair back.
The air was thick- tense with a feeling the both of them seemed to share. Amanda’s eyes dropped from Angela’s own and to her lips, swallowing quietly as she saw her tongue dart out to wet her lips.
She couldn’t tell who moved first, because suddenly Angela’s lips were on hers, her hands moving to cup her face. Amanda’s hands found her hips, gently moving her back into a counter.
Their lips moved together in a slow dance, a soft push and pull.
It turned hungrier when Amanda’s hands slid down to the backs of Angela’s thighs, picking her up to have her sit on the counter.
She tasted like wine and chapstick.
Angela’s hands slid around Amanda’s shoulders, her lips pressing against hers in a desperate attempt to keep her there, against her.
Amanda only pulled back when she needed air, her eyes blinking open. She met Angela’s gaze for a moment before taking in her face.
Flushed, lips parted slightly as she regained her breathing, chest rising and falling at a steady pace.
“..Okay.” Angela mumbled, her hands sliding down from her shoulders, along her arms. Her eyes bounced back and forth between Amanda’s, eyebrows knitted up slightly.
“Not bad, Manda.” She chuckled, though her voice was free of any teasing lilt. Really it held more of a sense of desire.
Amanda hummed, her hands remaining on her hips. Her eyes went back down to her lips, her own parting slightly as she moved back in.
“Can I..?” Amanda asked softly, her hands sliding up to her waist as she looked back up. Angela nodded, her hands on her arms gripping tight for a moment.
“Yeah- yes. Please.” She whispered, head tilting up, lips brushing together.
That’s all Amanda needed.
Friends don’t do this.