OLD! The way she hates me {Amelia Buck x Fem!Reader}

𝔸 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

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It was a warm Sunday evening, but cold enough for the fireplace to crackle loudly. Soft moonlight laced through my hair. Vape smoke poured out of my mouth as I reached for the half empty bottle of champagne and the closest cup near it. I poured the beverage into it, the word "happy" imprinted its surface.

Amelia was leaning on my shoulder gazing at me while I sipped some of the drink. She smirked and pressed her head into my neck making me blush, her breath hot against my skin.

"Can I have some Blanks?" she asked, her arms wrapping around my waist tighter.

"I don't know Buck-a-boo... Can you?" I teased.

"Are you saying I don't deserve some more of my champagne?" She said in a low husky, yet coffee-rich tone. 

"Perhaps~" 

"Y/n" She dragged my name on her tongue

"Yes Amelia?"

"Do I need to prove to you that I deserve some?" Amelia coldly glanced upwards. "I can show you if you insist."

"Go on then; Dr Buc-"

My heart pounded loudly. 

Our lips erupted into a feverous kiss.

Sweat gathered on my blushed face. 

Amelia's lips were plump despite their thinness and she smelled of salt and lavender. 

Toes curled. 

I pulled her closer by her waist, my hand went down and-

I woke up. 

Monday Mornings were always a drag.

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After I scanned my key card and walked through the entrance of site 19 I saw Buck. She was sipping a cup of coffee while being unwantedly hit on by Agent Green. This didn't seem to irritate her as much though; she appeared to be pre-occupied by something. 

I twirled a piece of my hair when our eyes met. No, locked.

She stared at me while taking another sip from the "happy" mug... Agent Boogers stops his futile attempts at a conversation with her simply stomps away after being ignored again; eyeing me as he goes.

Amelia and I held contact for a few more moments until Molly walked in.

"Dr Blanks, Br Buck"

"Good Morning Molly" Buck and I said together jinxed.

Dr Collingwood took a seat near Buck and nodded for me to come sit down. However, the only seat available was in between her and Amelia; how lucky. I walked over to both of them and sat between the two, while Amelia brushed her thigh against mine. 

Amelia smelt nice, her body was warm, and she didn't have her usual pertinently pissed off face on; but... 

Maybe it was how I acted. Maybe it was how I now flinched at her touch. Maybe it was the shake in my voice. One way or another. She knows.

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And she knows I know. Amelia's thin lips tug upwards.