A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay Interlude: Amy I (Patreon)

A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Interlude: Amy I

-VB-

If she was being honest, then Amy had to admit that after her family’s unforeseen visit to Alan’s house, she could no longer affect him with her power. Processes of his biology were locked away from her, leaving her out of control for the first time since she gained her power.

It was refreshing. 

She missed the sensation of not having to be in control. She missed just being able to touch people without her power constantly tempting her to use it on them. 

When she straddled him yesterday and they kissed the daylight away, it was just … She just enjoyed it. 

She wanted to do it again, but alas, she was stuck in school.

“So~.”

Oh God.

She woodenly turned to her left on the lunch table, where Vicky was sitting with her. It was one of the rare times that her sister was alone with her in school. Back before she met Alan, this would have been one of the most wanted precious times she would have sought after. 

Now, it was a trap in the making with her sister’s inability to not gossip.

“You kissed him.”

“Yeah, so?” she replied defensively. “Not like you and Dean are celibate.”

Vicky shrugged. “But I’ve been with Dean for a long time.”

“You mean you’ve been broke with Dean for a long time,” she snarked back at the weak defense.

“So?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you kiss him?”

“Ugh, you’re not going to leave me alone, are you?”

“Nope, and I am subtle enough to know not to spread rumors about you.”

Amy blinked and really looked at her sister with narrowed eyes. “Who are you and what have you done with my sister? I can make you have diarrhea for the rest of your life if you don’t answer me.”

It was a joke.

Her sister didn’t think so.

“Wow, chill, sis. It’s just that you and your boyfriend is kind of … well, I think everyone who learns of it will know how much of an age difference there is.”

Amy grunted in annoyance.

One of the few problems in their relationships was the age difference. Alan certainly looked older than her. Did she care? No. Alan was better than all of the rich snobs. So what if he was like ten years older than her? He helped, cared, and listened to her. She wasn’t sure, but he was also a great kisser.

(Not like she went around kissing people when all of them were icky as Fuck.)

“Yes,” she grumbled.

Vicky giggled.

Amy wanted to dig a hole and hide.

“Okay, okay. I’ll keep it a secret from other people.”

Then she flitted away, leaving Amy mentally drained.

She let her head drop and her forehead thunked on the thin aluminum table. “I wanna drink…” she mumbled.

-VB-

So when school went out, she did just that. Amy headed straight for Alan’s house.

“I’m home!” she shouted before rushing to the refrigerator and pulling the door open. She grabbed a fresh can of beer rather than her own creation, closed the refrigerator door, snapped the can open, and chugged it down.

She reveled in the cool, burning sensation of alcohol drizzling down her throat, and when she was done…

“Kaah!” she hissed out in joy. “That hits the spot.”

I turned to the refrigerator for another can but stopped. 

She and Alan had a date tonight. If she got drunk, then she wouldn’t be able to enjoy it.

Frowning, she stopped reaching for the refrigerator door and walked away. She jumped on the couch and laid down.

‘... Where is Alan, anyways?’

She got back up and walked around the house in a half-shuffling gait. He wasn’t on the second or the first floor. Was he training underground?

She walked downstairs… and yes, he was training.

Topless and sweating, Alan went through the motions of his martial arts. Watching this, Amy couldn’t help but think about how tight and strong those muscles were. 

‘It took him one good hit on mom to knock her down,’ she thought, remembering yesterday’s fight. Mom wouldn’t talk about the fight to uncle or aunt, but she did certainly try to bend the team her way into accepting him with Amy herself as some kind of twisted bride price. 

She didn’t exactly hear the full conversation, but aunt was very adamant about leaving the decision to her.

And boy, Aunt Sarah had been surprised by her response. 

“Alan-”

He suddenly stopped and looked at her with a big grin. 

“I improved!” 

A pause. “Huh?” she uttered in confusion.

“Look, look!” he said excitedly before he took a ready stance with his fists lowered and legs bent at the knees and spread apart. Then-.

He was on the other side of the room before she could blink.

Her eyes blinked in confusion, suddenly aware that Alan wasn’t standing where he was, and then she saw him at the edge of her vision. Her head turned towards him and her jaw dropped.

“Y-You just teleported!”

“No, but I bet it seemed like it,” he said while gesturing to the camera behind her. “Certainly seemed like that on the camera.”

“.... Wait, did you just record this?”

“Maybe?”

“... You will delete it,” she said as her face burned in embarrassment while imagining how gawky she looked to others. 

He laughed. “Sure, sure.”

“Anyways, what was that? How did you suddenly move that fast?” she asked him.

“Well, I told you that I grow stronger with more practice, meditation, and whatnot?”

She nodded dumbly.

“Fighting’s one of them, I guess. That fight with your mom pushed my own understanding of my body, and I learned how to utilize more of it.”

She just stared at him dumbly. “Those networks growing in your body. It has to be because of that, right?”

“Yup. It’s called the meridian network. Think of the Force in Star Wars franchise except internal.”

“... That’s stupid.”

“Oi.”

She snorted. “Anyways, what are we doing today?”

“Well, we’re going on a date, right?”

She beamed happily. “Yup!” Then she gathered up a bit of courage and spoke again. “But before we go… can we kiss again?”

He smiled. “Sure,” he said as he walked up to her slowly. She fidgeted as he came closer, and then she smelled his sweat and musk when he stood right in front of her. He leaned down and she looked up. Their lips met, and …

When they broke the kiss, she giggled.

Yes, she was happy.