My Brother's Girlfriend

Prom Night 2

General pov:

Amelia and Arizona hurried back to Arizona's house. They tried sneaking Amelia inside without Arizona's mom's knowledge. They opened the door as quietly as possible and saw that Arizona's mom had dozed off on the couch. Amelia successfully made it up inside her bedroom, but her steps had woken up Barbera. As Arizona followed by running up the stairs she was stopped.

"Arizona is that you? Back so soon?" she asked slightly groggy from just waking up. Arizona walked back inside the living room. "Yeah, wasn't as fun as I thought it would be." she lied. "Oh well, don't you want to join me and watch a movie then, before your brother comes home?" she suggested. Arizona hated lying but didn't have a choice. "No, I think I'm just going to sleep if that's okay." she said and slipped upstairs. Her mom bringing up Tim gave her a feeling of guilt.

She got inside her bedroom and closed the door. She could barely process what was happening before she felt Amelia's lips on hers. The feeling of guilt vanished and was replaced by desire. Amelia had such force that they stumbled back and hit the door behind. It made a loud noise. "Arizona is everything alright?", they could hear Barbera ask. Amelia not budging from kissing made it hard for Arizona to answer. "Arizona are you okay?! Did you fall?" Barbera raised her voice in a worried tone. Amelia, still pushing Arizona up against the door moved down to her neck. Arizona out of breath made out a slight moan "I'm fine mo- OOO..." Amelia found Arizona's soft spot and sucked on her pulse point. "I'm fine mom." she tried yelling out again.

Amelia kissed her whole neck, not leaving a single spot untouched. From her lips, to her neck, to her collarbones. With Arizona's hands in her hair they both became more and more out of breath. Arizona pulled Amelia's face up and kissed her lips before pushing her back in the room to her bed. They never broke contact. Arizona went on top of Amelia's thighs as she leaned back on the headboard. She lifted her tight dress further up to be able to spread her thighs wider. Amelia's hands were instantly put on her waist, pushing her closer. They both smiled through the kisses. Her hands soon slipped to her ass and thighs.

Arizona could feel herself grow wet and slipped off Amelia to not ruin her dress that she was sitting on. Instead she stood up and pulled Amelia with her. Still nervous she came closer. Amelia was confused. The blonde lightly placed her hand on her cheek. Softly stroking it before moving down her neck, to her shoulder, to her waist and slipping it behind her back. She pulled down the zipper that ran down to her lower back. Amelia nodded before Arizona pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. The silky dress fell to the floor to her feet. Amelia smiled calmly and turned Arizona for her to unzip her dress. It fell to the floor and they both stood completely still, admiring each other. They were both nervous. Amelia pulled out her hand for Arizona to hold. She brought the other one to her cheek and lips, she grazed her bottom lip with her thumb.

They moved closer once again, but this time it wasn't forceful. It wasn't violant. It wasn't impulsive.

Their lips touched.

It was with love and affection. A soft tenderness.

Arizona cupped Amelias face. They both had their eyes closed. Amelia ran her hands behind her back unclasping her bra. Then placing them on her waist. Arizona growing more desperate for her touch, placed her hands on top of hers and slowly pushed it towards her breast. As Amelia cupped her breasts Arizona did the same with Amelia. Breaking the kiss, both needing air they opened their eyes. For the first time seeing and feeling the touch of each other the feeling of desire grew.

Amelia gasped and moved Arizona up the bed. Once again their lips met. She pushed Arizona down. Their breasts pressing towards each other as they fought for domination.  They intertwined their fingers. Arizona gasped as Amelia moved further down. "Do, do you want to?" Amelia asked hesitantly and out of breath.

*Bang

A door hit hard, it came from downstairs. They stopped and heard talking. "Tim, don't slam the door!" Barbera snapped. CRAP TIM IS BACK. "Sorry mom, do you know if Arizona is home?" he asked and Arizona and Amelia shared a look of panic. "Arizona?" Tim's voice came closer. Arizona looked around in a panic trying to think of a place where Amelia could hide. His footsteps made noises as he walked up the stairs. Without warning Arizona pushed Amelia down the side of her bed, the side furthest away from the door. "OW Arizona!!" she exclaimed as she fell down at the floor. "Sorry just SHHH" Arizona pulled the blankets to cover herself. Tim knocked before walking inside. "Hey, I'm not disturbing you am I? I thought I heard voices." he asked. A flustered Arizona answered. "No of course not." she said as nochalantly as possible. Amelia tried shuffling under the bed, thinking of how quick things escalated. Only minutes ago she was the happiest she's been, with the girl of her dreams and now she's hiding under a bed from her ex.

Tim had a sad expression on his face. Arizona's sisterly love took over. "What's wrong, didn't you have a good time at prom?" Tim moved closer and sat down on the bed. "No it was fun, but I... I couldn't help but to think of Amelia. She was alone I think, did you talk to her?" Both Arizona and Amelia were filled with shame. Arizona didn't answer at first, she didn't know how to. "No I didn't. Sorry." she quietly spoke. "What do you have to be sorry about?" he chuckled lightly, still being down. "I just hope she's alright. I want to talk to her, I want to know what went wrong, but I don't know if I should. What do you think?" he asked. Arizona didn't know what to say. All she could think about was how bad of a sister she was. How thoughtless she had been. "I don't know, I'm sorry." - "It's alright Zona, sleep tight." he said and left the room. Amelia shuffled out from under the bed and sat down on the bed. She slowly placed her hand on top of Arizona's but she flinched at her touch.

"I can't do this..."