Hello all! My first Spashley fic, and my first non-OC fic on this site. All of the titles are inspired by Flapjack, because my friend is a loon. Love her to death. =] Enjoy, and review please! All reviewers get a cookie!

Spencer yawned, stretching languidly as her crystal blue eyes fluttered open. She squinted, groaning softly at the sunlight pouring in through her opened curtains only to hear a quiet, throaty chuckle next to her.

She turned her head to glare at the perpetrator, blue eyes meeting brown in an early morning greeting. Ashley felt Spencer push back an errant red-brown curl, nestling her fingers into her girlfriend's dark tresses.

The blonde mumbled sleepily, "What're you laughing at, jerk?"

Ashley wrapped her fingers around the hand Spencer had wound in her hair grinning, "Nothing. You're cute when you're grouchy Spence."

Spencer smacked her playfully whining, "Shut up, Ash! I am so not cute in the morning."

Ashley grasped Spencer's cheek, placing a fierce but loving kiss on her lips before warning, "You are absolutely adorable and I don't ever want to hear you say otherwise."

Spencer smiled in response, wrinkling her nose before dipping down for another kiss. Ashley sighed contentedly as they broke apart, pulling Spencer into her arms until the blonde's head was resting on her shoulder, blankets cocooning around them.

Spencer asked quietly, curious, "How long have you been up? I know that once you wake up, you're up."

Ashley kissed the crown of Spencer's head responding, "I think I woke up a little after sunrise. It wasn't so bad; I got to watch you sleep."

She grinned childishly, out of character to her usual smirk.

Spencer responded airily, "I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment or be creeped out!"

The blonde burst into peals of melodic laughter as the brunette protested defensively, "I can't help it that you're so beautiful!"

She turned Spencer over, planting soft, chaste kisses all over her face and neck while Spencer giggled cutely. Stopping Ashley's ministrations with one full on the mouth, Spencer sat up, flipping her long hair out of her face.

Bouncing up and down on the bed she crowed to the brunette, "It's Saturday! We can do whatever we want!"

Ashley smiled deviously, reaching for her lover echoing, "Definitely. We can do whatever we want."

Spencer smacked her hands away scolding, "No way, Missy! We're getting out of this house today and that's that."

Ashley pouted, lower lip trembling and eyelashes fluttering as she grumbled, "We never get to do what I want to do."

Spencer couldn't help but laugh at the belligerent look on 'badass' Ashley Davies' face, the not exactly well practiced expression coming off quite silly. Ashley threw a pillow at the giggling Spencer, her personality shining through as she hollered, "Don't make me come over there, Carlin!" and came flying across the bed.

Spencer yelped as the pair crashed onto the floor of her bedroom, Ashley straddling her in perfect tickling position.

Ashley's perfectly manicured fingers twitched above Spencer's defenseless abdomen, an evil glint appearing in her eyes. Spencer's baby blues were as wide as saucers, her arms pinned helplessly at her sides as she prepared to bargain with her girlfriend.

Spencer's voice was cautious, throwing all her emotions into one syllable as she negotiated, "Ash…"

Ashley lowered her hands towards Spencer's well sculpted cheerleader abs tauntingly, replying evenly in a falsely high voice, "Yes, Spencer? Whatever could be the matter?"

Spencer gave up trying to reason with the rocker, instead adopting an authoritative tone.

"Ashley Davies, if you do what I think you're going to do, I will force you to make dinner every night for the next month!"

Ashley smirked cheekily declaring, "Anything you say, Spence!" before attacking Spencer in a wild, tickling frenzy.

Spencer laughed uncontrollably, tears springing to her eyes as she squirmed and squealed in an attempt to get away from Ashley's furiously persistent fingers. Ashley was wearing a shit eating grin, her hands moving up underneath Spencer to her lower back where she couldn't get away.

Spencer wheezed, "Ash…please…stop…Ashley…Ash!" her face contorted into a mixture of laughter and discomfort, tears streaming down her cheeks unbidden.

Ashley finally relented, sitting back on her haunches to gaze down at the vulnerable, defenseless blonde she was sitting on. Spencer was beautiful as ever; blue eyes shining with laughter and tears, blonde hair splayed around her like a messy halo, tank top riding up to reveal her barely tanned stomach, still much lighter than Ashley's.

Leaning down until their lips met, Ashley kissed Spencer softly, a sort of apology for all of her torturous tickling. She smiled into the kiss, almost laughing into Spencer's mouth out of sheer confidence in what Spencer would do next.

No matter how silly it seemed, or was, Spencer would always get her back the exact same way.

As Ashley sat up, climbing off of the blonde and pulling her to her feet, she resisted the urge to crack up at Spencer's expression. The younger girl resembled a pirate; one eye squinted because of the light, her mouth twisted into a pouty growl.

Ashley stood up stock straight, bringing her hand up to her forehead in a salute asking, "What can I do for you today, Miss?"

Spencer strutted back and forth in front of Ashley for a moment, her arms crossed as she thought over her options of payback. Making up her mind, she stopped, addressing the brunette, "I need to get to the shower. Do you have a suitable means of transportation?"

Ashley bit her bottom lip, nearly dying in an attempt to swallow the laugh bubbling up in her throat. Spencer was absolutely adorable when she was angry, but she was downright sexy when she was taking charge. What could she say? She liked a girl with an attitude.

Turning around and squatting slightly, Ashley responded jovially, "Aye, aye Captain! Let's get moving!"

Spencer wasted no time jumping on Ashley's back, wrapping her long arms loosely around the slightly shorter girl's tanned shoulders. Ashley's wound her arms around Spencer's pajama clad thighs, hiking the girl up higher on her back before tearing out of the room at full speed.

Glen Carlin was neither surprised nor disturbed at the sight of his baby sister and her girlfriend running down the hallway at full speed, yelling battle cries and random nonsense as they went. He knew they were headed for the shower just as well as he knew he should probably get out of the house for awhile. Just because they felt free to act like lunatics when his parents weren't home didn't mean he wanted to stick around and listen to them molest each other in the bathroom.

As Glen grabbed his car keys and trotted down the stairs, Ashley reached around the bathroom door, placing a small homemade sign on the handle that read, "Do Not Disturb. Spashley only."

Stay tuned for the next installment: I'm Proud Of You, Friend.