"I thought you were with Melissa in Philly." Spencer stated awkwardly.

"I decided not to go." He replied just as plainly.

The two stood there, unsure of what to do. Spencer could feel her blood boiling at the though of being in the same room as this monster.

"Well, I better go upstairs and get my French essay finished." She started walking to the staircase, but was halted.

"Wait, Spencer, I want to talk to you."

Unwillingly, Spencer turned to face him.

"I know you've been digging around and trying to find some kind of evidence that proves me guilty, but you're not going to find anything. You're not going to find anything because I didn't kill Alison DiLuarentis."

"Well my friends and I have reason to believe otherwise." Spencer shot back. She pulled the flashdrive from out of her purse. "We found your little montage."

Ian's face turned from the impassive brother-in-law to the fearful suspect.

"How did you get those?" He snarled.

"Doesn't matter. What does matter, though, is that tomorrow I'm going to the police station and turning these in." She threatened and then turned back to the staircase, only to be stopped yet again.

"Spencer, I will do anything so long as you don't turn those in."

"Nothing you can do or say is going to change my mind, Ian." She turned around.

"Are you sure?" Ian said huskily, causing Spencer to stop in her tracks and face him yet again.

"You used to have the biggest crush on me, Spence, remember that?" He teased her. She walked back down the stairs and faced him, attempting to stare him down. However the height difference was proving to be quite a nuisance.

"What are you saying?" She spat at him.

"It's just, the funny little thing about crushes is that they never really go away. Not completely. There's always those little bits of it left over."

He whispered in her ear.

She felt like she should push him away. Like he should run and scream and forget this conversation ever happened. But her feet were glued to the floor and she couldn't tell if it was she to fear or curiosity. She didn't love Ian. Never would. Besides she had Toby. But she was a Hastings. And the Hastings tended to be the most deceitful, conniving, and cheating family in all of Rosewood. Especially when it came to sex

Ian's hands traced the bottom of her skirt, just where it met her skin. Their mouths were just inches away. She was going insane with a lustful passion she'd never felt. Not even with Toby. With Toby everything felt right. This was wrong. So horribly, deliciously wrong. And she loved every second of it.

Spencer kissed him, and let out a moan. Ian's hands were now rubbing against her clit though the fabric and driving her mad.

"See what I mean Spencer? Even after all these years you still want me." He mumbled into the kiss.

She broke away from it completely, hurriedly stripping her shirt off of herself.

"Shut up and fuck me." She demanded. That was all he needed to hear. Melissa was great and everything, but Spencer? The girl was sent from the gods. If she wanted him, she could have him.

Ian connected their lips again and their tongues fought it out. He rammed her against the nearest wall, pushing his knee into her heat and forcing her arms above her head. Spencer let out another moan in response to the roughness. Ian got to work kissing down her neck, making sure to leave bold red markings in his wake. When he reached her breasts he slid his hands down her arms pushing away the straps of her bra. He bit at the cups and unclasped it, removing it completely. He wanted to, he so badly wanted to, kiss and lick her breasts, but having Spencer in this way was making him too hard. He had to take care of it.

Ian pushed her skirt up so her panties were in full view. Spencer gasped as he ripped the lacy undergarment in half and though it behind him. Her hands traveled down to his pants, undoing both the belt and the buttons so they would fall to the floor. Spencer rotated her hips against Ian's erection, causing the older man to groan.

"Slut." He gasped, slightly joking.

"Thank you." She replied just as humorous.

Spencer's tiny hands snaked down into his underwear and pulled out his eight inch cock. She gripped at him, tugging and pulling and sliding her hands around his length.

"Fuck, Spencer!" Ian cried out, slamming a fist into the wall they were against. Knowing he wasn't going to last long like this, he ripped her hand from off of him and lifted her up higher. She wrapped her legs around him and he pushed into her. And god was she TIGHT.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed.

"God damn, Spencer!" Ian yelled at the same time.

He began to slowly move in and out of her. Each thrust caused Spencer nails to dig further into his skin.

"Fuck, Ian! Harder! Please" she begged him.

He complied to her demands and pumped faster, causing her hips to slam into the wall and creating a loud thud. The thuds got louder and louder as he fucked her harder and harder. Eventually Spencer couldn't take it anymore and pushed off of the wall. The two fell onto the floor, Ian's cock still buried deep inside the youngest Hastings.

Spencer immediately began to move against him again. This new position was Ian's favorite, and combines with the tightness of his partner brought him so close to finishing.

"Yessss," Ian hissed, "that's it Spencer! Ride it!" He exclaimed as his hips bucked up involuntarily. Spencer was thrust into lying on top of Ian as she rode him. She rotated her hips around him, bringing them both greater pleasure. Ian was losing it. He needed to be in control again.

He rolled over and thrust into Spencer fast. They both needed to come. They were desperate.

Spencer screamed as he pounded into her.

"Yes that's it! Scream for me Spencer!" Ian cried out. "Tell the whole block who you belong to!" He ordered her.

"N-no I can't-t" she stumbled.

"Do it!" He yelled, now pushing hard into her but at a slower pace. "Scream— my— NAME!" He articulated each word with a thrust.

"Oh god! Ian please!" She begged, not loud enough for Ian, however.

"Louder! Scream until it hurts!" He commanded, yelling loud enough that the neighbors definitely knew what was going on.

"OH GOD IAN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD LIKE THE WHORE I AM!" She screamed.

Ian returned to pounding her.

"Again!"

"Ian!" She yelled, she was so close.

"AGAIN!" He yelled, falling off the edge.

"IAN!" She yelled, and they came screaming for each-other.