This is my first attempt of a Pretty Little Liars fic and I have to say I enjoy this show. Keep in mind I only started watching Season 2 and I had my friends summarize what basically happened in Season 1 so if something is off, you've been warned. A little plot in the beginning, but the lovely goodness of smut will be here if you enjoy and tell me what you think. So yeah...I found Spencer with ANYTHING hot...so...Spencer and Emily it is!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Pretty Little Liars franchise and matters associated with it.

She's a perfectionist, a girl who needs to dominate every area in view. That's apparent in her competitive antics and the thrive for triumph definitely stems from her overachieving parents. It's never bothered Spencer before; in fact her almost compulsive need for success, for the most part, has had a positive effect on her academic studies, field hockey or miscellaneous hinders on a personal level. She never understood how one could fail in anything; the end result of said problem could be solved with a matter of a little research and work ethic. If you're bad in a subject, study harder. If you're sad, do things that make you feel better.

Simple.

But this is different. This particular problem couldn't be solved with the internet, or strenuous drill studies. She couldn't Google this specific curiosity, or buy her way out of this issue. It's uncomfortable and unsettling that she didn't have the full manipulation and control of her own problems and, well in this case, involuntary fantasies.

They were different before. Her love life with Toby makes her feel whole and blessed as a girlfriend, but as a sexually frustrated teenager who received little to no stimulation from him, it drove their relationships into the cracks. It was sad; she actually cared and loved Toby but her last attempts of feigned pleasure grew conspicuous and an ego drop for her ex.

So it'll make sense if she wakes up in cold sweat, dreaming of herself- in various positions and locations- being fucked till there's no energy left in her limb body. Her body craves for release with an intensity that manual stimulation could never achieve. It'll make sense if her subconscious comes alive when she's in her slumber to exude what it desperately needs. Yes, she's come to realize that mentally. That makes sense, for sure. But what didn't make sense was how she thought of her fantasies and who she thought could suit her needs physically.

It's a woman, but not just any woman but her friend, her close friend, Emily.

Again, her mind naturally scurries for realism and rational reasoning behind her odd fantasy. When one is sleeping, many things could slip into their subconscious and Emily must have done so. Perhaps they were speaking of A, or swimming, or anything affiliated with the brunette as she began dosing off. Yeah, that would make sense if the incident only happened once. No, there's been multiple occasions where she remembers herself being pressed against naked, tan flesh- clearly female- and eventually, as the fantasies slowly revealed itself through weeks of time, a gorgeous tanned face who she quickly recognized as one of her good friends.

Not again.

Her dreams always left her in the same effect; chest heaving, heart hammering, pale skin incredibly sweaty and flushed, with all of her blood rushing between her legs, creating a pulse with such a roar that she feels her parents could hear from up stairs. Fortunately her family are in New York, doing occasional retail therapy so she could heave out her loudest cry of mercy and release without having to explain her behavior. Unfortunately, she couldn't attend with them because it was finals week and Melissa, with her spoiled, holier than thou attitude, was adamant about leaving yesterday. So now she has the house to herself for a whole weekend with a potential chance of Emily dropping by.

Great.

Emily wouldn't go off to call herself a scholar, or aced every test like Spencer managed to, but her tenacious work ethic always prevailed. Also, unfortunately, her tenacious and insatiable work ethic always has her on edge and over-pressured.

Today is not one of her best days.

Finals are a real pain in her ass, aside from the drills the swimming coach had the team do, and she knows she didn't do too well in her history final. She is known as the emotional one of the group, but she's also a realist and she knows if you aren't good enough, accolades won't come by her way. She may know that she won't do well, but the pain of failure and internal disappointment doesn't make it hurt less.

After her initial moment of sadness walking out of history class, anger slowly fumes her. Spencer was suppose to help her study for that damn test. Not that she isn't taking any responsibility for her actions, but still...history, among everything else involving words and school, is Spencer's forte and she promised to help her out, but then canceled on the last minute. The peculiar thing is that Spencer didn't even come with some plausible excuse. The offspring of two lawyers couldn't formulate a simple reason why she couldn't attend their study date. Go figure!

On any other occasion, the brush off wouldn't have bothered her. Things happen, unplanned events flare all the time, it's pretty typical. It's just not the first time, hell not the second, Spencer blew her off. Throughout this month Spencer's been rather distant and when she does show any display of genuine emotions toward the swimmer, it's evident with annoyance and frustration.

Now Emily isn't all for conflict and confrontation- she figures issues will situate with time, or when the other party does the confronting and she does the resolving- but the thick, uncomfortable tension between them is beginning to sadden her because she considers Spencer one of her dearest friends, and aggravate her because she's grown tired of the high-horse Spencer is obliviously on. The sad part is that Emily honestly doesn't think Spencer means to be this...insensitive, but when the field-hockey player goes on and on about the one B+ - among a slew of As- paper she got when others have more valued problems, it gets annoying.

For once in her life, Emily's going to be the assertive, conflict-solver person she's foreign to. Spencer, aside from the hard-ass overachiever, is one of the sweetest people she's ever met and she doesn't want their relationship to strain because of mis-communication. She's already experienced the departure of her friends post-Allison's death and now that they've rekindled their friendship she's never felt a bond this potent, especially with Spencer. Fear of arguing or rejection do not outweigh that feeling of isolation.

With one final turn, Emily drives up to Spencer's house, eyeing the immaculate home before. Even the upscale length of the driveway, surrounded by professionally gardened and lawn-mowed grass, makes the pit of Emily's stomach churn. With a sigh she quickly closes her eyes, opening within the same second since she is indeed driving. She has to keep her foot on the peddle to keep the car accelerating. She needs to keep this string of courage going or she'll just reverse, drive home, and pretend that their isn't blatant issues in she and Spencer's relationship.

Here it goes.

So guys do you like? Should I continue? It will be Rated M for smut. So review for chapter 2 ;)