First Spashley fic. -sigh- Why do I feel old? :P
I hope you enjoy this. It's just a little random drabble. Came through as I was passing by the kids park.
Save Spashley ;)

Disclaimer: Davies and Carlin aren't mine. I wish Davies was. Bother...

Childish rhymes

"Ashley and Spencer, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage..."

For some unknown reason, that's the song playing over and over in my head as her lips are on mine. It's rather ridiculous seeing as the last time I heard that song must have been about ten years ago. And, really, I should be concentrating on where Ashley's hands are heading...

"Ashley and Spencer..."

We're on her couch. Well, I am. She's on top of me. Not that I mind... Her gorgeous chocolate curls are stroking my face as we desperately try to stay in contact. Merge into one another. Keep close until we become one.

"Sitting in a tree..."

Her hands are one each side of my head to hold herself up a little. Her leg is resting between my thighs. Resting? Does she think I don't realise she's been pressing up against me more and more? She probably knows I know. I think what she's making me feel is clearly painted on my flushed face.

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

She pulls back for air, her hazy, darkened eyes making me burn with want of more. Need of more. She's searching into my eyes. I don't know what she's looking for, but after some time I let out a slight whimper. She shouldn't stop. She can't stop now. The sides of her eyes crinkle as she smiles and leans down to kiss the tip of my nose. I giggle before our lips crash together once more. Her tongue probes between my lips as I promptly let her in. No lingering.

"First comes love..."

We're battling for dominance but I let her win. Because I love it when she takes control. Because she is all that counts. And because her hand is sneaking up beneath my shirt and distracting me from everything else. How does she manage to get me in this state each time?

"Then comes marriage..."

I can't remember being any happier. Though that one time when she brought chocolate over, for our six months together. Amazing how chocolate and sweat mix well together... I just guess all of my favourite memories concern her. Ashley. She is all that I need. Her leg is making me gasp. Her hands are creeping closer and closer to my breasts. Why is she taking so much time?

"Then comes the baby in the baby carriage..."

I arch my back to get her closer. Our tongues are wild, our movements desperate. It's incredible the power she has on me. She interrupts our kiss again and looks down at me. Her hands are at the hem of my bra. I nod. She grins. I silently pray for her to keep touching me. She bites my lip. I gasp. Her hand covers my breast. Moan. Her mouth is ravaging my neck.

"I love you."



"K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

I do have an idea for a second chapter of this. Basically what goes on next Tell me if you want to read it. ;)