A/N: While this starts as Spenna story, it will change to Sparia later. The "smuttyness" will most likely be tuned down quite a bit. I figure it's something linked to Spenna. I don't know what it is about those two that gets people to write such things about them, but I'm definitely one of them.

Litte edit, because I forgot: The Story is mostly AU. Jenna isn't going to lose her sight (again). Spoby and Shana never happened in this story and Spenna kinda filled the empty spot. At least...in a way. The Liars do not know that Ezra is A yet. If I had to pick a rough spot on the "official" time line, I'd say around the beginning of season 4A.

Have fun. Any reviews most welcome, but please keep in mind that I'm both a first-time writer and a non-native speaker. ;-)

It's Friday night and she pushes me against my bedroom wall and leans in close, looking straight at me.

"So whatsit gonna be, princess? You feeling lucky tonight?"

It had been weeks. Almost four weeks. Three weeks, 5 days, 11 hours. I still don't know why she didn't show up that long.

"Just shut up and do it. God, every time we do this it's the same. You're such a slut!"

She is. She smiles. I hate it when she smiles. She has that deadly erotic, yet frightening smile. It always reminds me of something that I cannot place my finger on.

"If I'm a slut, then what does that make you? Hm?"

Fuck. She had me.

"Just look at you, in your fancy ivory satin dress and Manolo Blahnik heels. Just begging me to have my way with you. You want me to, don't you?"

Her fingers touch my thigh. I jump a bit, just enough to notice. She just keeps on smiling, fingers tracing upward, right under my dress. I know she'd hold what she'd find there against me, regardless of what I'd say. Turns out her smile wasn't at its fullest yet. I was right.

"And just what would a princess like you be doing wearing stockings…"

Her fingers move a bit higher.

"…and a garter belt? This is new. So telling you what I like last time didn't go to waste, hm?"

I refuse to answer and make the mistake of looking into her eyes. Her deep green eyes. My usual mistake.

She leans in and we kiss. Hard. She pushes against me, me still against the wall, her fingertips gently brushing over the lace tops of my stockings, running little circles there. She knows exactly where my sweet spots are.

I wrap the leg she's caressing around her body, never opening my eyes and just moan when she breaks the kiss, tracing smaller ones down my neck to my collar bone.

Fingers tracing upwards, past the lacy stocking tops, up along my garter straps. I sigh and shiver when her elegantly manicured fingertips stroke my inner thighs, brushing all along my most intimate places. Her fingers sneaking around the edge of my 100$ silk and lace thong, hoping she won't rip it.

Fuck. I wouldn't even give a damn right this instant if she would just rip it off in one fast movement.

She slides two of her fingers into me without any sort of resistance. For a split-second I'm surprised to find out just how wet she had gotten me already, then I can't focus anymore while she brings me right over the edge in no time, just stroking the right spot inside of me.

I come and she holds me upright while I recover, first bringing up her wet fingers and slowly licking them clean while keeping those gorgeous eyes on mine, then gently frenching me, letting me taste myself in her mouth.

I'm ready for payback and I see her smiling.

She knows I'm ready. That's why she does it. She knows that deep down, I'm just as dirty as she is.

"Come on princess, is that all you've got? I tease you a bit and you melt in my hand?" she chuckles.

I growl, moving my hands from grabbing her ass – that tight little, sexy ass that I love so much –through her dark blue plaid mini skirt, to under said mini skirt.
Slender fingers hook under her thong and pull it down. Red lace, I should have known. She knows I love this set of lingerie of hers.

I have her step out of it and slide my hands up her legs again. We hungrily kiss for a minute or two while I caress her ass, feeling her break out in goose bumps, slowly bringing one of my hands around, having one finger tracing her from the back to the front. She sighs in arousal. That smile again. What is it now?

I stop, confused for a second, when my index finger touches something hard and cold.

"You got pierced?" I ask her, my face showing confusion. "When did that happen?"

"Remember last time, when I said I had to get going, right in the middle, because I had something planned? And you were really, really frustrated?" She laughs. "That's when. Takes a few weeks to heal."

So that's why.

"Slut."

She leans in and whispers

"Admit it. You. Love. It."

I kiss her, biting her lower lip.

"Doesn't make you any less of a slut."

"You're just jealous." She says between kisses, almost giggling a bit.

"Why would I be jealous?"

She suddenly grabs my head with one hand, my ass with her other, kisses me long and deep while I play with that new toy between her legs. I can't keep my fingers off it.

"Why? Because you totally want something as naughty as that, but you're too scared to get one yourself. Scared of what the others would think of you when they found out."

She knows me. Doesn't mean I'll admit it.

"Shut up."

I slide one finger into her, gently massaging her special spot inside her, while rubbing my thumb over that little metal ball touching her clit.

That does shut her up. Kinda. She's not talking anymore at least.

A few minutes later, I kneel down in front of her, carefully making sure that I don't ruin my stockings on the hard floor. I can feel her smirk without seeing it, her hands already on my head, gently guiding me towards her.

She's right. I do love it. It's naughty as hell, it's a perfect tease, a perfect toy and it even looks fucking cute. I make sure to show my appreciation of her getting it done, by giving it lots of very slow attention by my tongue.

"Fuck!"

She moans, almost there.

I stop the attention, look up at her from under her skirt and smile.

"What's the matter little slut? Can't handle it?"

She doesn't answer, just pushes me down under her skirt again, growling. Still smiling, I resume my duties.

This is how the night starts. The usual between her and me. Whenever one is too horny to just get off on her own, she'll visit the other. Sometimes a quickie, sometimes a whole night. Once an entire weekend in bed. This has led to quite a few interesting situations. Such as that one time when I had to get her off in my backyard, with Hanna, Aria and Em up in my room. I don't even remember how I managed to pull that one off without any of them noticing.

Today is an all-nighter and sooner or later (later) we fall asleep in each other's arms.

When I wake up, I can hear she's in the shower.

I don't know what it is that attracts me to her or her to me. We can both freely admit that the other one's hot, but so are countless others and neither of us wants to jump their bones. Well, I don't, at least, but despite me calling her slut, she's surprisingly monogamous. Mostly. I think it's because she likes having someone who can stand up to her, in bed and out.

But regardless of any sexual and physical attraction, it's different with her. Any sort of relationship between us would be doomed to fail from the beginning. It would burn. It would be like those Type O hypergiant stars. Huge, super bright and they burn so hot, they burn out completely in just a measly few million years.

Yeah, right now I can hear Hanna in my mind, sighing and going 'God Spencer Hawking, you're like the biggest fucking nerd. Ever.'

Still. That would be us.

The sex is fan-fuckin'-tastic, but both of us know that it'll never be more. We'd most likely kill each other within two weeks in any full relationship and we're both ok with the way this is currently going. I smile. It is a fun kind of relationship!

I stretch when I hear her coming out of the shower, the satin covers sliding from my chest.

"I like that kind of sight in the morning." she says, looking at my naked breasts.

"Slut." I cleverly retort.

"You keep saying that and yet you seemed very pleased by that very slut last night."

She goes in for a slow, teasing kiss, her fingers already under the covers and between my legs.

I moan. I come. She smiles. At least this time it's her who totally owns my ass. We'll see about next time.

"I have to run, princess. Can I borrow a pair of stockings?" she asks, while already going through my hosiery drawer, pulling out a light cream stay-up pair with broad lace tops.

"Oh, I like these! I'll return them the next time."

I watch her, sitting on my chair. Naked. Sliding up my nicest, most expensive pair of silk stockings up her gorgeous legs.

I'm already turning wet again, when she nearly gives me an aneurysm, standing up and then bending over with her ass towards me, to pick up her thong. I love that little piercing of hers.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" I ask.

"What?" she asks, all innocent. I know she is.

She finishes getting dressed when we both realize that, no way will her skirt be long enough for those stockings.

"Guess I'll have to borrow a skirt, too," she says while picking out one of mine, "might as well make you wear mine today. You'd look so hot in it. Leave your panties. I'll be at the Brew around three and I hope you'll flash me."

"Yeah, I bet you wish you could get me to do that!" I reply, rolling my eyes at her.

She smiles her smile, slips on her heels, gives me another quick kiss with a "Thanks for the night, princess", and heads out of the room. I can hear the front door slam when she leaves Casa Hastings.

The Cheshire cat. That's what Jenna's smile always reminds me of.

And there we are. I'm not quite clear on how I will blend from this to the next part of the story, so bear with me. Fav/Follow if you like. Next chapter will be coming soon.