Title: God it just feels so...
Author:gihb aka Nick
Pairing: Spashley and Spangs respectively
Rating:PG13
Spoilers: S3promo
Disclaimers: Not mine...don't sue.
Authors note: spencer's pov (obviously)
I wanted her to need me.
Need me like I'd spent the last few months needing her, long hours spent making love to the idea of being with her. Once it happened, oh god...oh god, I wanted her constantly. Just the memory of her fingers caress caused shudders of epic proportion. Neither of us had ever done the relationship thing, I understand now why boys are constantly obsessed with sex, glen's personality (apart from the asshole part) is starting to scarily make sense.
A new face, different husky voice cooing in my ear. I grinned without shame as I watched her hands move up my bare thigh, stroke under my short skirt. I felt the rush of wetness come without hesitation, my back arch subtly against the leather of the booth. I didn't care if people could see as she whispered things that would make my pastor blush into the shell of my ear. My attention and pleasure was controlled by this girl, the new face with the talented fingers.
shit, right there. just like that.
I unsuccessfully bite back a moan, arching once again into her hands. She's practically in my lap now, licking complicated circles along my pulse point. I feel her eyes on me from across the room, leaning back against the bar looking delicious as always, ready to pounce on some unsuspecting innocent young blond.
because she can't be with me.
and then there's the boy, looking ever the whorish lapdog in the corner shooting longing glances towards her.
Is it wrong if I find this whole situation completely hilarious?
Fuck.
She's inside me now, long fingers curling deep and oh so slowly. The two people in this room know better than to think I could be subtle once I pass a certain point. My shy silence doest apply here, never has. Nearly black with desire her eyes ask silent permission and in answer my tongue sweeps easily into her mouth. Her wrist is in my hand now, her slick fingers replacing the taste of her lips as I remove myself from my seat pulling her along towards the bathroom. She walks through the door ahead of me, closing the door. This isn't the first time, its nearly routine and I watch a few strays exit the premises prompted to do so by the believable gagging noises from my current lover. As I close the door behind me my finger catches on something hanging on the inside door handle, a leather bracelet hangs there idly, innocently but I know that it'd be there. I know its less than innocent intentions. My eyes find the fading engraving it holds, "meant to be".
As the door clicks shut, lock in place, I turn towards her, my own intentions clearly the opposite of innocent.
God it just feels so good, cuz I got you where I want you now.