Title: Approval
Summary: Spencer dresses for Ashley's approval, but when she doesn't get the response she wants she decides to get her full attention.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: FemslashSpashley.
"Spence you ready yet?" Ashley lay spread out in her bed, waiting for her best friend to finish dressing. They were already late.
"Almost!" She called out from inside the other girl's walk in closet. "How do I look?" She twirled in short skirt.
"Fine. Can we go now?" She sighed, not even brining her eyes down from the ceiling to look at the blonde posing in front of her.
"Ashley!" She pouted, demanding the other girl's attention like a child throwing a tantrum.
"What- whoa!" The dark haired girl smirked. She propped herself up on her elbows as she hungrily took in the other girl's slender form. "Wow you finally pulled off the I-look-sexy-and-wild-and-I-really-am look." Spencer grinned mischievously. She enjoyed having the other girl's attention and her approval.
"If I only look fine I'm changing."
"No! Spence -" The blonde pulled her t-shirt off where she stood. Standing in front of a very shocked Ashley in only her skirt and bra. "I guess we've got time." Grinning the blonde went to pull he skirt down, Ashley's eyes following her every movement. She stopped and shook her head.
"I like the skirt. What do you think?" She climbed on to Ashley's lap, wrapping her legs around her waist and draping her arms around her shoulders. It had its desired effect. The other girl sat in stunned silence. Ashley Davies was finally lost for words; but she had always been taught that actions speak louder than words.
She rested her hand on Spencer's knee, sliding it up slightly and then returning to the same spot. Slowly teasing her as Spencer had done for so long. Quiet, shy, Spencer would have backed down, jumped off her lap and ran for the door, stuttering something about being late; but she wasn't innocent little Spencer. Meeting the other girl's challenge she placed her hand over Ashley's and directed it along her leg to rest on her thigh. She gasped as Ashley used her free hand to pull her in close and claim her lips. She moaned as Ashley's hand slipped completely under the skirt and rubbed against her panties. Spencer's eyes fluttered shut.
"Tell me you want me." The other girl purred seductively in her ear, her hand moving back and forth in a slow, torturous rhythm.
"I...I wan-"
"Yo, Spence?" The blonde's eyes snapped open. "you want me or not?"
"W-what?" Shy, innocent Spencer stuttered, steadying herself against the mirror in the closet. She had to stop spacing out with day dreams about her best friend.
"You. Want. Me. Help?" She heard Ashley's voice teasing her from outside.
"No. I'm good." She called out. She looked at the short skirt and equally revealing top she was wearing and frowned.
Her best friend frowned as she emerged from the closet. "An hour. A fucking hour! To come out wearing the same thing." She rolled her eyes and grabbed the other girl's hand, dragging her back inside. The first thing she noticed was a small denim skirt that had obviously been moved. She picked it up and held it against the blonde, her hand brushing against her exposed midriff. "Perfect. So strip." Spencer blushed, causing Ashley's smirk to widen. She hooked a finger through one of the belt loops on the girl's jeans and pulled her in close enough to whisper in her ear. "Want some help?"