Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars and all characters belong to their respectful owners.
Summary: Alison has always been full of surprises, Spencer knew, but this one was by far the most unexpected... and surprisingly enjoyable.
Rating: Strong T(Not really)
A/N: Hello! I decided to try my hand at Spalison(Spelison?) since they've really started to grow on me. They're my two favorite characters anyways so, why not? Haven't decided if I want this to be a two or three-shot yet, but if you guys like it, let me know, yeah? Enjoy!
"That would make you a skank."
The words rang in her ears as she watched the blonde drift away from her yard. She seemed upset, a bit too upset for Spencer to believe that Alison was only looking out for her, and even that idea was ridiculous.
I mean, yes, it was a bad idea to kiss Ian back. A terrible idea actually, but how was she supposed to respond? It wasn't as if boys were lining up to ask her out with how scarce she made herself with her studies and her sports. Why wouldn't she have kissed him back?
A grimace crossed Spencer's features suddenly. Had she really just kissed her sister's boyfriend? He was attractive, no doubt, but Alison was right. He was considerably older and she certainly didn't have a romantic interest in the man either.
If it had been different, she probably would have avoided Ian and any chance to be alone with him ever again. It would have just been her secret and mistake, one she wasn't going to make again. But it wasn't different, because Alison had seen everything and that's what worried Spencer the most.
Alison never let any little thing slide, and this was far from little.
But the question still remained - Why was Ali so upset?
She didn't have to go off and call her a skank, although she did like kicking people when they were down. But this was Spencer, and maybe Spencer had tricked herself into believing that since she was Alison's friend, she would be spared the comments and blackmail.
What probably hurt the most about all of this was that she was wrong about Ali, and there was nothing more that Spencer hated than being wrong.
She realized then that she'd been staring at the spot Alison had occupied for far too long and decided that she wasn't exactly in the mood to practice field hockey anymore. Her stomach was too busy doing flips over what plans Alison had for blackmailing her. She picked up her equipment and retreated to her house, hoping that whatever plot Alison had in her head, it wouldn't make her want to dig a hole and never come out of it.
For the rest of the day, Spencer made herself scarce around the house. She decided to stay in her room for the remainder of the day and even debated on whether or not to eat in her room. She was already dreading seeing Ian, but she was dreading seeing Melissa even more. The guilt sunk in every time she thought about her sister, and she definitely had no plans about dealing with that right now. So, she locked herself in her room and read for the rest of the day.
Every hour or so, she'd check her phone for the time, but also to see if she had a text from Alison. It wasn't as if they talked often, but she did get invitations from Ali to go out and do things, often crazy things, which she would immediately reject with some excuse about studying for some AP test. She didn't want to get too tangled in Alison's crazy life, which was why she was panicking now, because that was exactly what had happened.
Spencer couldn't help but repeat the whole confrontation with Alison in her head. It would have been easier to put off if Ali had made it seem more like a joke, but that last sentence had her reeling. Why did she have to go and say those words?
She bit her lip and glanced at her phone again. It was 7:30 and her phone had not buzzed once all day. She gave a frustrated sigh and tossed her phone to the side, along with her book. She ran a hand through her hair and closed her eyes. What was she going to do?
A knock startled her from her thoughts. She sat upright and grabbed her book just so it looked like she wasn't as stressed out externally as she was internally. "Come in," She responded nonchalantly, flipping a page she hadn't even finished reading.
She looked up and saw her mother's head pop in. She could see that her mother was wearing a dress by the way her top half looked and by the amount of make up she had on, she knew exactly what her mother's next words were.
"Spencer, your father and I are going out with Ian and Melissa for a bit. There's some dinner in the fridge, but I also left some money on the counter down stairs if you want to order something. I think we'll be home around ten."
"That's fine," Spencer answered easily, a bit too relieved at the fact that neither Ian nor Melissa would be in the house for the rest of the night. She held back the sigh of relief that threatened to escape her lips.
"Call us if you need anything," Her mother said with a smile. Just as she began to close the door, she opened it up a little more and looked to her daughter again. "Oh, and no friends over after eight thirty."
"That won't be a problem, mom. Trust me." Spencer said with a smile as she flipped yet another unread page. The door closed and Spencer sighed with relief as she dropped the book to the side again. She waited until she heard the front door close and the car pull out of the driveway before she happily made her way downstairs to get some food. It turned out she actually was really hungry.
She made her way downstairs and opened the fridge immediately to examine it's was a container with some meatloaf in it, which is what her mother must have meant by dinner. Spencer frowned slightly, thinking that maybe she should use that money to order out after all. She took a few more glances around the fridge and seeing nothing that she particularly liked, she shut the door and turned to the counter, only to see that it was empty.
Maybe her mother had forgotten to put some money on the counter before she left? Spencer's frown grew as she sighed. Although she would have to pay out of her own pocket for dinner, it was much better than spending an awkward evening with a man she kissed staring at her from across the table. A chill ran down her spine and she grimaced in disgust. Kissing him back was definitely a bad idea.
She bounded back up the stairs to retrieve some money and her phone to order some pizza, but as she opened the door to her room, she was met with an unexpected surprise.
Alison was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed and her attention on Spencer's phone, which was now in her hand. She was still dressed in the same jean jacket with the same white t-shirt and the same black jeans that she'd been in earlier during the confrontation. She looked up and smiled sweetly, like she always did.
"Hey, Spence," She greeted, setting Spencer's phone aside as she leaned back on her arms. "Home alone, huh?"
"A-Ali?" Spencer stuttered, her brows furrowed in shock as she watched the girl on her bed watch her. Alison's amused smile grew at her friend's shock and Spencer, not wanting to give her the pleasure of catching her off guard, regained her composure quickly and swallowed. "What are you doing here? How did you even get in?"
"Oh, your parents let me in," She responded with a smile, her head tilting slightly. "I didn't want to interrupt you scavenging around in your fridge, so I just came up here."
"But I didn't even hear you come upstairs, or walk behind me."
"If I were you, I'd be more careful, Spence. There are a lot of things lately that you haven't seen coming." The amused tone in Alison's voice put Spencer on edge. She knew exactly what Ali was trying to say by that comment, and she didn't appreciate one bit of it. She let go of the door knob, along with her sudden frustration, and walked over to the bed.
"I need my phone," Spencer muttered as she walked over to where Alison had tossed her phone on the bed.
"And this too, right?" Alison held up about thirty dollars in her left hand with a smirk as she watched Spencer's eyes widen. Spencer was about to question how she had gotten a hold of the money, but she already knew the answer as soon as it popped into her mind.
Alison placed her hand back on the bed, the money still in her hand. Spencer grabbed her phone, then moved over to grab a hold of Alison's hand, but more importantly the money within her grasp. She hadn't expected, however, for Alison to grab her wrist. Spencer looked down at the blonde and found herself staring into the blue orbs she was so used to but knew nothing about.
She felt her heart thunder in her ears and it didn't take her long to realize how close their faces had become. The air seemed to change suddenly because now everything was heavy and quiet, except for her hammering heart. Why was her heart beating so fast anyways? Then again, Alison always had this effect on her. She had a knack for making the girl feel nervous and confused and just completely out of her element, and yet Spencer seemed to like that. It was refreshing in the craziest way possible, and that was probably her favorite thing about Ali.
Her thoughts fluttered to nothing, much like her stomach was doing, and now all that was left was the unnatural beating of her heart. She wondered lightly whether Alison could hear it too, but was unable to stress about it because Alison had suddenly closed the distance between their faces by placing a hand behind her neck and bringing their lips together.
The action came as an immediate shock and all Spencer could do was stare with wide eyes as she was kissed by her manipulative best friend. She wasn't exactly sure how she was supposed to respond, but all she could think about was how soft Ali's lips actually were against her own. The hand behind her neck brought her closer and she let her eyes slip shut as she pressed back against her friend's lips.
Spencer felt Alison let go of her wrist and felt the hand go around the small of her back. She felt herself being pushed forward by the hand and felt Ali moving back, but not enough for their lips to separate. Spencer placed her hands on the bed and eased forward as far as Alison made her. Pretty soon she was on top of her best friend, Alison's hands cupping Spencer's face while Spencer's hands kept her above her friend only slightly.
The kissing was already becoming way too advanced for Spencer. Kissing Ian had been simple, nothing extremely intense. However, kissing Alison was the exact opposite. Her senses were on overload and everything felt different, but surprisingly amazing. Perhaps that was because of her lack of experience, but when she felt Alison nip her bottom lip and she let the low moan escape her mouth, she didn't really care much for experience. This felt too good to care.
Spencer could hardly register the surprise going through her when she felt Alison push against her and switch their positions, never separating their lips, of course. Her lungs began to burn from lack of oxygen, but the blonde's lips were far too addictive for her to want to pull away.
Now Ali was straddling her hips and grabbing Spencer's hands and pinning them near her head. Spencer felt her tongue trace her bottom lip and gasped, which gave Alison the chance deepen the kiss. Spencer groaned at the feeling and felt the need to touch her, any part of her. Unable to satisfy that need, she bucked her hips upward instinctively, earning a low moan from the girl above her. Alison let one of Spencer's hands go and let her hand wander to the hem of Spencer's tank top.
"Enjoying this a little too much, don't you think, Spence?" Alison whispered against the brunette's lips, a smirk tugging at her lips as she pressed another kiss to the girl's swollen lips. Spencer's witty response died in her throat when she felt Alison's finger tips brush up her abdomen. She felt the tingles they left behind mix with the fluttering sensation she'd felt during the whole make out session.
Alison pulled away suddenly from Spencer's mouth, and instead began trailing kisses from her cheek and downwards towards her neck. Whatever protest Spencer had planned on saying was replaced with another moan as she let her friend kiss and suck her neck. Between the hand underneath her shirt and the kisses on her neck, the girl wasn't sure if she would be able to think straight after this, or ever again. Every sensation was addicting and she only wanted more, and she hoped desperately that she would get just that.
Alison's fingers felt every bit of Spencer's cool skin as they continued trailing upwards until they collided where the skin curved to shape Spencer's breast. Being that she was practically ready for bed, Spencer had discarded her bra long before Alison's visit.
Spencer's breath hitched in her throat as she felt the hand slowly move further upwards. Another moan, louder and far more breathless than the others, escaped her lips as the blonde cupped the breast in her hand and squeezed tenderly. Her head lolled back against her bed as the hand continued to caress her and the tongue and teeth continued to do away at her neck.
A vibration pulled them away from their scene. The hand that had Spencer cupped underneath her shirt pulled away slowly. Lips separated from Spencer's neck and Spencer watched as the girl sat up with a sigh and dug in her back pocket for her phone. She was still straddling Spencer's hips as she looked down at her phone and answered the text. Spencer looked at the girl above her as she tried to control her breathing. The blonde's hair was now disheveled slightly and she assumed her lips mirrored her own, swollen and pink from kissing.
Alison finished on her phone and shoved it back into her back pocket. She placed her hands on Spencer's abdomen and smirked down at the girl below her. Spencer wondered if Alison could feel the tingling that had suddenly occurred in her stomach by the touch of her hand, or maybe it was from that smirk she was wearing.
"Aria and Hanna want me to come over for a bit. Aria's parents are out and they're bored," She said with a sigh as she rolled her eyes. She looked down at the girl below her, who had regained most of her breath, and wore another playful smile. "You've got an interesting mouth, Hastings."
"You're not so bad yourself." Spencer responded, her voice rougher than usual. She cleared her throat and swallowed. The hands that had settled on her abdomen slowly trailed upwards once more, and she desperately anticipated her friend's touch again. She let her eyes close as she felt the hands steer closer , and behind closed eyes she could see the smirk etched on the blonde's face. She held her breath as they drew closer and closer. Then suddenly, everything disappeared. The warm touch that she'd had been getting so used to vanished, leaving her a lot colder than she would have imagined being.
Her eyes shot open and she lifted herself up to lean on her elbows as she watched the blonde move towards the door.
"You're leaving?" She asked weakly, sounding a bit more desperate than she should have. Alison turned slowly to face the brunette with furrowed brows and she wore a playful smile again.
"Can't stay here and make out with you all night now, can I?" She responded, her smile turning into a smirk as she watched the brunette's cheeks slowly begin to turn pink. "You're more than welcome to join us."
Under any other circumstance, Spencer would have probably not given it a second thought before saying no. However, now, she heavily considered saying yes, but it wasn't just any other circumstance. She'd just made out with her best friend, and gone to second base with said friend. No, this was anything but a regular circumstance.
What would she do if she said yes anyways? Go with Alison and spend time with Aria and Hanna while she pretended like nothing had happened? Pretend that she didn't just have one of the most confusing, mind-blowing, absolutely amazing experiences in her life?
"I think I'm going to stay here, Ali." Spencer murmured loud enough for the words to reach Alison's ears.
"Suit yourself," The blonde answered simply with a shrug as she turned on her heel and continued to the door. She grabbed the handle and turned around once more to look at the brunette for the last time. "See you later, Spence." She said with a wink and a smile as she closed the door. Spencer stared at the door for a bit as she heard the footsteps go down her stairs. When she finally heard the front door close, she let her body fall back on to the bed with a grunt.
Did she, Spencer Hastings, actually just make out with Alison DiLaurentis? Was it all in her head? Was she asleep right now? No, she knew she wasn't. No dream she ever had felt that real, or that amazing either. She could still feel the surprisingly soft lips and the curves of her best friend against her and she shuddered, but not the way she shuddered when she thought about Ian. This shudder was out of pleasure, excitement even.
She could still feel the butterflies fluttering in her stomach and the tingling on every inch of skin Alison's hands had reached. What she didn't understand was why she ached so badly further down from her abdomen. The realization hit her hard and she placed both hands on her face with a groan. She was horny!
That whole make out session had made her hormones bounce of the wall, of course she was horny! Could she really be blamed, though? The way Alison was touching her would have put anyone on that edge, and it wasn't as if Alison wasn't attractive. She was probably one of the prettiest girls Spencer had ever met, but it wasn't as if she'd ever allow herself to think of her friend like that, or any other girl for that matter.
This was just a one time thing, Spencer reassured herself as she sat up in her bed. She was positive that it was never going to happen again. Alison would never give her that benefit ever.
A part of her was a bit upset that she'd never get to experience that intensity again, while the other part wondered what would have happened if Alison hadn't gotten that text. Would they have gone farther? Would they have gone all the way?
All the way was an overstatement. She highly doubted that Alison wanted her virginity, let alone wanted to have sex with a girl. Spencer wondered if she would have even protested. The dominant and prude part of her yelled, of course!, but that part of her was nowhere near present during that scene. She didn't protest when Alison felt her up, it felt too good to protest.
She knew Ali wouldn't have let it go so far. Being the tease that she was, she probably would have stopped right after that boob grab. What bothered Spencer now was that she didn't want it to stop, and she probably would have let it go for as long as Alison wanted it to. She loved every second of what happened, and she was surprisingly unashamed of it. Why should she be, it wasn't like it was ever going to happen again, right? It was just her and Ali's little secret.
She saw the crumbled money at the foot of her bed and grabbed it. Playing with it for a second, she decided she wasn't very hungry anymore. She grabbed her phone and placed the money and her phone on her nightstand before crawling under her covers. She closed her eyes and let her sudden exhaustion sweep over her, allowing her mind to flash images of her and Alison as she drifted into sleep.