So, I secretly think that Spencer and Ezra would be so cute together. Don't get me wrong, I love Ezria, but Spezra is like my guilty pleasure ship. This will just be a series of one-shots about what could have happened if she'd met him first. I'm not sure how many there'll be; depends how motivated I am and how many people are interested in reading them. So if you read this and like it, let me know. Enjoy. :)
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For a smart girl, Spencer Hastings had made a lot of stupid decisions – not the least of which was Ezra Fitz. He was several years older than her, had already been through college before she'd even graduated from high school, and, oh yeah, he was also her English teacher. When she met him she'd had no idea he was going to be her teacher; she kept reminding herself of that, as if it made the whole affair somehow excusable. But if she was really honest with herself, she knew that the secrecy, the rebelliousness, the wrongness of it, just made it more exciting.
She stopped outside the door to his apartment, nervously straightening her skirt and running a hand through her hair. She checked her reflection in her little compact mirror, then tucked it back into her bag. She raised her hand and gave three short raps on the door. A moment later it swung open. Without even a greeting Ezra grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, closing the door as he pushed her up against it in one smooth move.
"Hey handsome," she greeted him.
"No talking," he murmured.
"Yes, sir," she said, grinning against his lips.
She'd been with other people before him. Wren, who was adorable but so not her type; Ian, who was kind of a jerk but hid it well; Toby, who was quirky and loyal but was too mysterious for her liking. One by one they'd walked out of her life, and she'd watched them go with sadness and longing, but once that door closed she moved on. But the relationship she had with Ezra was more like a revolving door: whenever one of them would walk away, the momentum would just carry them right back through that door again.
They made their way over to the couch, barely coming up for air in between kisses, and tumbled onto it. She ended up on top, which was how she liked it. As she started unbuttoning his shirt one of the buttons flew off, skidding across the floor and coming to a stop a few feet away. It made her giggle because the same thing had happened the first time they'd been together, which had been awkward and rushed and incredibly fun. Just the first of many.
"You have a gorgeous smile," he complimented her softly, sweeping some of the hair away from her face and cupping her chin. "Your lips are so…"
"My lips are good for other things," she teased, running a finger down his arm.
She loved feeling him shiver beneath her touch, like grass trembling in the wind. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and he sat up slightly so she could pull it off. She tossed it to the floor and took a moment to appreciate just what that plain maroon shirt had been concealing. Ezra raised an eyebrow, smiling in the knowledge that even after all this time he could still have this effect on her. Then he reached up and took off her shirt, throwing it to the ground on top of a pile of English essays needing to be marked, and his nimble fingers got to work unhooking her bra.
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