Spencer pulls herself into the sweatshirt she's wearing. It's worn, soft, and a faded black. The edges are beginning to show slight fraying. And it smells just like Ashley. She's worn Ashley's clothes before, but this one makes her smile just at the sight of it. She tucks her nose underneath the collar and inhales deeply, eyes drifting shut, and suddenly she's there again.
A night of movies, and she gets cold, even while sitting closer than necessary to Ashley. The brunette moves to grab it for her and Spencer wears it eagerly, pulling it over her head. When she sits back into the couch again, she's leaning against Ashley slightly. Her hands curl into fists, holding the cuffs of the garment, and they share a look. Smiles and quick lowering faces.
Ashley's perfume is light and seeps its way into Spencer's brain.
An afternoon after being caught in a unusual Los Angeles thunderstorm, and she's cold, even while pressing her body tightly against the girl in front of her. Ashley is squeezing at her hips, lifting the black sweatshirt that she's wearing as her lips are found for the hundredth time that day. The sweatshirt is wet and heavy and it drips onto the floor of Ashley's entry way. Spencer's arm hooks around Ashley's neck, pulling her tighter while they try and make it up the stairs.
Arms slip around her waist, chin tucked onto her shoulder, and she relaxes as a voice comments on how haggard the sweatshirt is looking.
A lazy Saturday morning, and she's cold, even while her body is covered by sheets. Turning her head, Spencer sees an empty spot in the bed next to her. She sits up, holding the bed linen to her and peers around the bed, looking for any hint of her clothes. She smiles as she pulls the sweatshirt and a discarded pair of pajama shorts on. That's when Ashley comes back into the room, padding around in a bra and underwear. Spencer's never seen her look better, hair tossed and wild, and her face looks rested. A blush creeps into her cheeks as she sees the effects of the night before. Light discolorations decorate the toned body, and she watches Ashley's face turn mischievous as she comes closer.
A soft kiss is pressed behind her ear before a murmur. Something about buying a new sweatshirt, something about this one having seen better days. Hands slip under the clothing in question; fingers trace imaginary patterns on the blonde's stomach. Spencer just smiles, shaking her head, and she can feel Ashley shrug behind her before her attention is shifted to the matter at hand…