A/N: This takes place at some vague time during Spencer's A-Team stunt.
TRIGGER WARNING: implied dubcon (which is rape, but I felt I should warn for this specifically); very creepy
It occurred to Mona, deliciously, that the Spencer Hastings who a month ago would have clawed Mona's eyes out with a growl if she could is now standing, resigned, in front of her; like her own little broken doll. Mona considers, for a moment, asking about the other three, but she figures enough salt has been rubbed into that wound.
Mona drops her hand suddenly, on an impulse, down onto Spencer's, palm on palm. Spencer's hand is shaky and a little clammy- but warm, they're warm, and not as calloused as one might expect, soft even. It's nice, so Mona threads her fingers through Spencer's and squeezes slightly, gently. When Spencer suddenly tries to jerk her hand away, Mona looks at her. Spencer (perhaps developing a new nervous tick) traces her tongue over those reddish lips, pulling lower lip between the top and bottom rows of teeth. Mona finds herself drawn to the action and mimicks her.
(Stubborn as she is, Spencer Hastings has always been beautiful.)
Mona knows what she wants and she wants this; wants Spencer. Just like this.
"Mona," Spencer says, voice uncharacteristically quiet and defeated, "I- I really don't think I want-" and Mona leans close, Spencer's cheek against hers and her chin resting on Spencer's shoulder. Spencer stands stiff-still and and Mona can hear (can feel) Spencer's pulse quicken
(Sandalwood, Mona makes a note of it, Spencer Hastings smells like sandalwood.)
"Spencer, I think," Mona says, letting go of Spencer's hand and resting both of hers on Spencer's waist- loving the sound of Spencer's breath hitch- fingers splaying accross and caressing the fabric of her shirt. "I think that you should think very carefully about what you want, and what you don't want," and Spencer frowns, and Mona thinks that it's beautiful. Wants to sow her lips down and together like that forever. Wants to kiss her first. And after, wants to one day unthread those lips and kiss the little bloody holes it'll leave, each and every one of them. Mona moves her hands to unfasten Spencer's belt and she keeps her eyes fixed firmly on her face.
There's a fire burning in those doe-brown eyes despite Spencer's silent compliance. Mona thinks that maybe she wouldn't bother- risk so much for this- but for those eyes; that look in them. That Mona caused; that Mona owns.
(Oh Spencer, Mona later thinks between kissing, you'll ruin me one day.)
(Mona will let her)