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Chapter I

Spencer Hastings woke with a bolt, upright yet groggy start; her head was wrapped in a not dissimilar flood of high stakes adrenalin pumping judgment-clouding thoughts.

"Hmmph" Spencer let herself fall back into the bed as she struggled to keep her beating heart under wraps.

Willing herself to go back to sleep she rolled over to realize her sheets were covered in sweat, again. And there was tangible moisture in between her legs, again. A familiar feeling of guilt began to wash over her as she realized who she had been dreaming about…again.

For some people, dreaming came easy, however not for Spencer. Whether through the inability for her mind to ever stop thinking or her history with Adderall, dreaming was a rarity. So when she finally managed to dream it was an escape, except not of late. She used to dream about striping through the field of defense in hockey, slamming home a debate argument and receiving an A on her calculus assignment, nonetheless within the last year, her dreams became much more specific and her need for a particular short-statured friend was insatiable as she was never going to achieve the release she needed. So, for the past year, when she was fortunate enough to dream, each dream was sure to be the same confusing one, where she would have not so friend like interactions with one of her best friends… Her presence… her body ... It was so real and overwhelming and oh-so consuming.

It was physical; Spencer was the aggressor in her past relationships, she always had to win the fight for dominance, a Hastings never stood second and never backed down, and her dreams weren't any different. Spencer closed her eyes, fighting the guilt and willing the last grasps of the dream to stay with her - Spencer would have her pushed up against her bedroom door, her own body pressing against hers, feeling every shiver of hesitation and uncertainty coursing through her petite body. Her enchanting brown-buttoned eyes stared at Spencer in alarm, a million questions on her lips and …fear. And then Spencer would kiss her, and that fear and alarm was replaced by something much more raw and demanding. The kiss was never slow and reserved, but harsh and abrasive, filled with such passion that it elicited a barrage of moans from her tiny friend as her senses were overwhelmed. Pinning her hands beside her waist, Spencer would lean into her ear,

"If you don't stop moaning your parents are going to hear and I'm not going to be able to stop."

Her sharp intake of breath was all Spencer needed to hear, pressing her body further into her best friends, pushing a single leg in between her two so she could create a friction just where the shorter girl needed it.

Lying in bed now, Spencer ran her own hand down her neck remembering how she would tear her lips away from her kiss and bite her way down her neck, lavishing attention to her pulse point. Spencer's hands would grope and grab and produce an even louder array of moans from a very heavily breathing …. Aria...

Spencer rolled over in bed, groaning. She couldn't pinpoint exactly when it was that Aria crossed the line from friend that's attractive to friend that's beyond breathtakingly gorgeous that I need to have in my bed. But it had happened, and there was no unseeing her in this way.

Again, pushing the guilt out of her mind the hand that was in-between her own legs began to rub harder – desperate for that unreachable release. She plays back the lasting moments of her dream – With Aria pinned against the wall at the mercy of Spencer's mouth and body weight advantage, Spencer breathed into Aria's neck,

"Keep your hands where they are" Spencer released her grasp and trailed her fingers down her forearms, lightly touching down her torso and reaching the hem of her t-shirt. Just as Spencer brushed her fingers across the skin of her lower back Aria would moan,

"Fuck Spence…" hitching her leg up onto Spencer's hip, removing her hands from the door, pulling spencer's lips back into her own.
This is when Spencer would wake up. Every time. Without fail.

And today was no exception.

Aria had a much different start to her morning. Byron believed her to be staying over at Spencer's and Spencer thought she was with Hanna and, well, Hanna knew she was at Ezra's. Spencer had been less than impressed the last time Ezra had broken up with her and she went back to him, but it was a necessary lie as her father was more willing to trust Spencer then her other best friends.

And thus her alarm was blaring notifying her that Monday was here. And by Monday, she meant school. School which started in an hour, easily allowed enough time for her to hit the snooze button a few times….

*Thwack* the alarm was struck and Aria snuggled back into her personal protector and blanket as Ezra nuzzled into her neck, "Remember last time what happened when you silenced it?"

A giggly Aria responds, "Yes I do thank you, and no THAT is not happening this morning, I can't be late again,"

"Alright. I'm just saying. You staying over certainly has its early morning perks" Ezra hinted, his evident display of morning arousal pressing into Aria.

"Ezra I'm serious. I can't be late, I have an-"

His lips silenced hers as he rolled her onto her back, supporting his weight on his right arm while his left hand graced her neck, running his hand down his favorite shirt and lifting it up underneath, finding an already hardened nipple for him to tease. Consumed by Ezra and his teasing hands Aria groaned as she pressed up into him, demanding as much contact as she could possibly get, her body hypersensitive to the touch. Knowing she was already going to admit defeat on her defiance, she couldn't go down without a small victory. Aria rolls him over onto his back straddling his waist conceding with grin. "You have 10 minutes..."

*Slam* Spencer closed her locker and jumped back with a shock that Aria didn't seem to recognize as she was in mid-sentence,

"…and then he told me I'd have to do a whole other submission to try and raise my grade. I mean, I wouldn't care at all but, Spence, I got a B. a B in art. It's so obviously because he-"

Spencer cuts her off, realizing her rant was not going to stop unless she stepped in. "What do you need? And what is up with your hair?" Spencer remarked, noticing the disarray of her normally well-put together best friend. Yes, best friend Spencer had to remind herself, best friend that you did not try and have sex with against her door last night.

Aria shifted and a look of unease settled over her face as she tried to further comb her fingers through her tangled messy sex hair, "Oh…err, nothing, I just, um, forgot my hair brush and Hanna…Hanna couldn't find hers."

"Then why does Hanna's hair look immaculate as always?" Spencer queried as she spotted the blonde talking to Emily down at her locker.

"Oh. Erm…she must have found it after I left. I drove her separately I wanted to pick up some coffee from the brew. She's on this whole new juice cleanse."

Sensing the lie and watching Aria's face get redder by the second as she tried to avoid Spencer's eye line, Spencer knew she was going to regret the following question, but she asked it anyway, "Aria, where were you last night?"

"I told you, Hanna's" Aria squared up against the much taller girl.

"Aria unless you and your right hand got well acquainted with each other in Hanna's bed, that seems highly implausible – besides, I've heard of bed hair but THAT'S taking it to a whole new level."

"Fine, all right! I was with Ezra…but I didn't want to tell you because until things settled down because last time-"

"Because last time I reminded you just how much of a deranged ass hat he is and how he's not healthy for you?!" Spencer remarked incredulously causing several students to look their way.

Aria shushed Spencer and dragged her by her hand into the bathroom, unaware of how much Spencer flinched when she grabbed the taller girl's hand. "I know. I'm sorry, all right? Everything you said made sense, it still does, but fuck…I love him, Spence."

Aria was never one to swear, it was only reserved for Spencer's deepest dreams and times of extreme fear, so when the words 'fuck' and her name were uttered in the same sentence, Spencer's brain to mouth filter seemed to have stopped working. Seeing the absent look that over took Spencer's face Aria wasn't quite sure Spencer had heard her correctly, "I said I love him, Spence. I thought you'd understand…"

There it was again – Spence – God, this girl really knows how to floor a woman.

*Buzz* The bell rang and snapped Spencer out of her daze, eyes snapping back to Aria's perplexed face, "I.. I've got to get to class." And with that, Spencer was hoisting her backpack up higher on her shoulders and rushing past Aria with not so much as a sideways glance, leaving behind a very confused Aria.

"Spencer!" She cries out disbelievingly to the girl's retreating back.