I started this fic sometime after 6b finished airing, lost interest, and am now picking it up again. It's getting a minor edit, which is why it's down to one chapter. Mostly just grammar and stuff so it makes sense. It's been adjusted so it's canon through 7x04, basically just cutting out the Marco scenes and replacing them with Wren ones.
Over the last seven years, Spencer spent too much time wondering exactly where it went wrong. Was it being friends with Alison or was it just the fact that she was born a Hastings? Even before everything went wrong with Alison and she went missing her life wasn't exactly picture perfect. She took comfort in pills and not much else. She dated Ian of her own free will after he broke up with Melissa, if only for a few weeks, and Melissa continued to hate her mere existence. Her parents treated her unfairly and acted like she was the problem child, which, in hindsight, Spencer did have to admit that she wasn't exactly the best child at that time. Usually making some mess or another. Even if she could blame most of it on A she was no Melissa Hastings.
Alison seemed to be the only good thing even if she wanted to kill her all at the same time. A reason that she spent so long believing that she could have actually hurt her. If the want was there, the ability had to be, didn't it? Something that was a lifetime ago. She hadn't hurt Alison. No, the girl is alive and well only to continue making a mess of her life. It's not really fair to blame it on Alison but Spencer isn't always much of a fair person anyhow.
Alison is the reason she's even in Rosewood to begin with. All so she could get Charlotte out of Welby. Charlotte of all people. In the five years she's spent away from the town that is the stuff of all her nightmares she managed to find herself closer with Alison. They share a brother in Jason and as she once said to her it practically made them sisters. Only Jason doesn't agree with the decision to let Charlotte out and Spencer had to be the one to fake it. Always caught in some tangled web of family loyalty when she should have just done what everyone else did and saved her own skin.
Maybe Charlotte wouldn't be dead and there would not be some mystery person torturing them. A all over again just with something of an added initial. The only peace is that it cannot possibly be Charlotte.
Only there is a part of her deep down that knows even if Alison hadn't asked her back she would still be sitting in her barn trying to clean any evidence off of the floor while she hears the shower running. Maybe not in that exact situation. Her mother would have dragged her back regardless, with her race for the special election so she could be a Senator. She was always destined to be pulled back to Rosewood one way or another. She likes to think she could have survived just being on her own, with Caleb, without all of them being there and falling back into old habits.
None of it matters with the dead body of Rollins haunting her. It's probably not even cold yet as she does her best to not look as frazzled as she feels. She focuses on everything else. Everything that includes Caleb standing on the other side of the door. It's over. She's not stupid. There's something hopeful inside of her that wishes it isn't, but it is. It is over the moment he kissed Hanna. For reasons she understands in that way it hurts her and she can't even manage to pull herself together. The tears fall and it's only when he's gone does she manage to swallow everything down. Not that she can look at Hanna in the face. Doesn't even bother to try as she moves to the bedroom, grabs a jacket, Elliot's stuff, and grabs her bag before walking towards the door.
The only thing she bothers to tell her as she leaves is to lock up.
She purchases the plane ticket first. The alibi is more important if she's going to be the one to put his stuff on the train. The airport is loud and bustling with people to which she barely registers they are there. She doesn't even bother to tell the others what she's doing or how much she just spent on a one way ticket to London. It's unfair to them, she knows, but she'll play her part. Worse comes to worse she just flies back. She's done it before after Hanna got arrested, before they all got arrested, for a murder of someone that was alive the entire time.
Elliott Rollins isn't alive.
She's careful and feels like she could be A the way she's dressed as she purchases his one way ticket to Baltimore and puts his stuff on the train, stepping off immediately. She looks for the video cameras and does her best to stay out of sight. She prays it works.
There's no part of her that reconsiders anything as she stands in the airport bathroom looking at herself and trying to make the best of her life decisions. She probably should go home but the ticket is in her hand. It's too late. On the edge of falling apart she does the only thing she can think of and decides maybe a few days away from everyone and everything would do her some good. Her friends will kill her.
At the very least it buys her an alibi for where she is on the night he went missing. The question of why she goes to London, if anyone asks, isn't all that important.
It is a mix of things in all honesty. It isn't just Caleb or Hanna. It isn't just the fact that she just buried a body and has that fresh on her mind as she looks at her reflection. It isn't just A.D. torturing them all over again. It is a damning mixture of everything and it leads her to make certain choices she probably wouldn't have made if she is in a right state of mind. But she isn't in the right state of mind. Everything's fallen beneath her feet and she has no direction and clue where to go. She just knows she needs to go somewhere, even if just for a few nights. To break free of everything and everyone. To have a few moments to pretend that she isn't Spencer Hastings anymore.
That sends her back to a time in which being anything except Spencer Hastings is the one thing she desperately wished for. She doesn't want to go back to her sixteen year old self but like Emily said...they all managed to fall back into old habits.
Old habits are impossible to break when everything is almost exactly like it is when they were sixteen, only Spencer has a degree from Georgetown added to her name. That degree doesn't seem to help all that much. Not when her day to day life has little to do with how much education any of them had. They are playing the same game they did when in high school and it's doing more damage than ever before.
She lets out a shaky breath as she looks at herself in the mirror. Her attempt to fix her hair and makeup to make her look a bit more put together is no use. The reflection is harsh, the bathroom lights are harsher, and she swears she looks so much older than her twenty three years.
Twenty three and she feels as if she lived a million lifetimes. The drink she has before getting on the plane manages to calm her nerves a little. She's usually a happier drunk, one that is lively, loving, and the opposite of how she usually is. Only everything is so dark that it doesn't do much for her.
By the time she actually makes it to her destination the sun is high in the sky and the little alcohol she had is long gone from her system. When she turns her phone on she sees a barrage of texts from everyone. She returns them by telling them she's fine and her cover is solid. No one can think she murdered someone if she's seen in the airport. Being on a flight from Philadelphia to London is nothing even Tanner could contest with. They can yell at her when she returns to Rosewood and she deserves every moment of it. Until then...when in Rome.
It doesn't take long for her to arrive outside of the building she is in search for. It's the middle of the day and she's not entirely certain he'll be home. She's only been there a grand total of twice and only as she makes her way inside to his door does she realize just how much of a mistake she is making. She isn't going to turn around. Not when she flew all the way out there and already everyone is already mad at her. If they are going to be pissed off at her when she arrives she's going to need to have a good excuse for what she did.
It's only when she raises her hand to knock do the thoughts of what she is doing managed to find her again. It is a bad idea...such a bad idea. She shouldn't have gotten on the plane, but there she is. She can book a flight right back, but the idea of going back to Rosewood or D.C. is worse than anything that awaits her on the other side. Hopefully. Only she doesn't hope because that only burns her. It doesn't take long for the courage to find her to know. She came that far...what else does she have to lose?
"Please be home. Please be home. Please be home." Knowing her luck she will end up standing out there like an idiot. "Can I stay here?" Spencer blurts out the second the door opens to reveal a surprised Wren on the other side. She only looks at him with hopeful eyes, a small but awkward smile across her lips.
"Come in." Is all he says as he moves to let her through the door to his flat.
She is glad that he lets her in. Not that she thought he wouldn't. If there is anything she knows about Wren is that he always does whatever she asks. Perhaps she uses that to her advantage by asking to stay with him and she really should have called ahead...before she got on the plane to London, but she was having something of a crying fit. She doesn't want him to see that hear that. She hated crying in front of others.
It isn't the same place he lived with Melissa and she is thankful she wrote the address down when he told it to her a few months after his breakup with her sister. She looks around and noted how much it looks like a guy lived there. Just enough decoration to not seem like a hotel but not enough touches to know a girl lives there.
"Do you live alone?" She asks to break the silence that found them.
"Flat mate," he tells her, "He'll be back Friday. Ireland."
She places her bag on the table in the kitchen and nods before turning to look at him. It has been quite a while since she last saw Wren and she doesn't really know what to do or say. So she stays quiet, hands in front of her as she stands awkwardly looking at him. She's twenty three but with Wren she feels sixteen all over again. In hindsight she really should have come prepared and found herself with a drink...or already drunk. Being drunk around him never lets her filter her thoughts. She can use that.
Or maybe she should have just gone to Melissa's in the first place. It'd be easier to explain the mess she found herself in. Not that her sister would be sympathetic...she is sure of it. Between Ian and Wren there were things she learned were better to never talk about.
"I should go to Melissa's…" She blurts out finally and turned around to grab her things.
"Stay," his accent thick with the word. "Spencer...what's wrong?"
"Nothing." It is a lie. She is a good liar but in that moment she felt like the worst liar around. God, why does he have to say her name like that?
"You flew to London and showed up at the doorstep to my flat, you look upset, and in all my time I've never seen you so nervous. Not even when I kissed you for the first time."
Of course he has to bring that up. "I needed to get out of Rosewood."
He takes a few steps closer to her, closing what already little distance existed. "What happened to Washington?"
"Needed to get out of there, too." Just the thought of going back to her apartment and seeing everywhere Caleb sat or touched or slept is enough to make her want never go back. He is a part of her life for the last three years and is someone that is more than just a friend. Now she wants to be rid of him. If she never sees him again that would be perfectly fine with her. Only she isn't that lucky. "Do you have a drink? I wanna get pissed." She says in her best British accent, easily changing the subject.
Wren eyes her carefully before walking over to the tray of liquor she misses, grabbing a bottle of the vodka she likes and walking over to the kitchen. She knows just what he wants to ask and waits for it. It's Wren. She trusts him. It's why she's here and doing her best to keep herself together but so little is working in her favor she doesn't know how long she's actually going to be able to keep up the charade.
"See…" she smiles, "you were already prepared for me."
"Yeah, yeah. A ring would have been nice."
"I'll remember that next time...now give me." She doesn't even want a glass and instead snatches the bottle from his hand, bringing it to her lips and taking a too long swig. It burns but she doesn't care. The bottle is placed down on the counter before she bends down to unzip her boots and tosses them aside, pulling off her jacket next and resting it against the chair. Her black skinny jeans fit the mold of her body perfectly while the rest of her got lost in the over-sized purple plaid shirt she wore with the first few buttons undone to allow the top of her black lace bra to be exposed. She's lying if she says she doesn't do it on purpose.
"Did you have a fight with the hacker? Or have you found your natural way back to the carpenter?"
"The hacker is the hacker. We broke up...three years ago and I've never gone back. Do you actually know their names?" She shrugs it all off and stands up straight again, smiling to herself at the way his eyes were on her. She grabs the bottle once again and brings it to her lips as she lifts herself so she is sitting on the table, directly across from where Wren is leaning against the edge of the counter. "It's a long story no one needs to hear." Ever. For the both of them. Sometimes she forgets how well Wren knows her.
She holds the bottle out to Wren who looks at her for a moment before taking it from her and taking a sip.
"I came to Europe after the whole thing. Studied in Spain. Did a ton of stupid things."
"Fall into bed with the wrong bloke?"
She scoffs and drinks as much vodka as she can handle. "Karma." She sets the bottle down and just looks at him. He looks good. He always looks good. She hates that. Even as a teenager moments overcame her with how hot he was. The accent doesn't hurt either, nor do the dimples. When she is hurting he is the guy he found and why she thinks that is still a good idea years later she doesn't know. She knows but she won't admit to that. Instead she just wants to enjoy this...whatever this is. She is tired of hurting and tired of crying. She just wants to feel good. The vodka running through her system helps. Just enough to take the edge off, but not enough to make this a situation like that last time. "Let me fall in with the right one." Spencer hops off the table and closes the distance between her and Wren. She looks up at him and begins to unbutton the rest of her shirt.
"Spencer." He says as he places his hand on her wrists.
"You've wanted to since I was sixteen...or is it the idea of screwing an underage girl that got you all hot and bothered?" She is purposefully trying to rile him up, a glint in her eyes that makes her feel more like the wreck she's morphed into. "Ian liked that. Remember, Ian? I do."
"Just you." He pauses and allowed his hand to fall away. "But I'm not going to screw you even if you have a delightful way with words."
Nothing he says stops her and she pushes the shirt off of her shoulders, leaving her standing before him in her bra. "Come on, Oxford. You never missed a beat when I was suddenly single." Spencer turns away from him and unhooks her bra, allowing for it to fall to the floor just with her shirt. She isn't as confident as she seems and she feels completely stupid. Hopefully he doesn't make her put her clothes back on. "You were always so jealous. I could see it." And she loves it. Even back then. He always made her feel wanted when Toby couldn't...and now when Caleb doesn't want her. That is the hardest thing to deal with. He doesn't want her. It is a thought she swallows so she doesn't turn into more of a mess.
Spencer leaves him standing in the kitchen, walking over to the window that went from ceiling to floor. It is a beautiful view. "Can anyone see me?" She doesn't wait for an answer. "Maybe I should go down there and find the first guy who wants me." It would probably take less courage than this does. If her therapist could see her now she'd be judging her use of sex to solve her problems, but Spencer doesn't care. Being the good girl is no fun and if she is going to be stalked by Charlotte's imitator she might as well give them something to hold over her. She is turning into a self destructive mess. 'Sex is a drug, too, Spencer. ' She can clearly hear Hanna's voice in her head, but instead of a smile it brought her anger.
Before she can open her mouth again his arms are wrapped around her torso and his breath hot against her neck. Victory. "Do you think they'd want me more than you do?" Her question is softer, more vulnerable than she allows herself to be lately, leaning into his body.
"No one wants you more than I do." Wren whispers into her ear just as his grip around her tightens.
Spencer bites down on her lip and closes her eyes. Just being in his arms feels good, gave her something she needs. "Then do something."
"You're upset," he informs just as his runs along her stomach, only stomaching at the band of her jeans.
"I'm fine."
"You've never been able to lie to me."
She resents that, rolling her eyes at the insinuation. "Not true."
"What happened?" He kisses her neck then, softly, slowly, in a series that causes a shiver.
"Not important." She unbuttons her jeans and places her hand over his to guide it beneath the jean fabric. There's only a moment when she thinks about what she's doing and whether or not she should continue. If she needs him to stop he will, there's no doubt, but it's the last thing she needs. She's cheating on Caleb, however. Worse than what he did to her. They're not fixing their relationship. She knows it and it's the only justification he has.
"Spencer."
He removes his hand and she wonders what he will do, at least until her jeans are being slid from her hips and down her legs, only coming off when she successfully kicks them off. She's never been so exposed with Wren before, but she doesn't feel nervous. She feels okay, not the best, but okay ...lot of that having to do with the pain she feels in her chest. "Caleb." She admits the name of the man that made her feel like she isn't good enough. Maybe she isn't. A fact she will have to accept. Even Toby managed to find his senses and found someone better than her...because Yvonne is better than her. It is unknown if his name would mean anything to Wren. She is aware of him knowing Hanna once upon a time and it seems she is incapable of keeping her curiosity to herself, "Do you still talk to Hanna?"
"You're the only one that ever interested me." He whispers into her ear barely audible and suddenly his hand is slipping into her underwear.
"I know about you two." Not that there is much to know and the feeling of his hand doesn't do much for her to care about the continuing conversation. It does leave her to wonder why he doesn't just take them off with the jeans, feeling slightly embarrassed at just how wet she is. Just having him near is enough for her, the thought of him there, willing. She wanted him before but it is never right. Being with the man her sister is with will surely backfire later, but now, now all she could think is his fingers need to do more than just explore her. She allows herself to lean back against him as completely as she can and keep her eyes on the view of the city that is far more beautiful as the sun set. "Don't tease me." Not that he listens. "Wren." She tries to sound stern, but only sounded as if she is whining, which she is.
He smiles into her shoulder. "I never thought we'd be here," he admits just as his fingers found her clit, earning a moan. "Certainly not with one Spencer Hastings letting me get her off in front of a window."
"Whatever I've been doing isn't working for me anymore."
"I should stop." His hand stills.
Spencer puts her hand on his wrist. "Don't." Her voice is soft. "Don't stop, please." She reaches behind her to find his hand, wrapping her slender fingers best she could around his, awkwardly, but she doesn't care. "I just want to feel good." It is selfish but she can repay him later. When she felt his fingers moving against her again she let out a moan. Her teeth sink into the flesh of her bottom lip and she moves her hips to create more friction...though not nearly enough for what she wants. "I don't think I'm going back to D.C." There is something therapeutic in talking to him while he is pleasuring her. No pressure...just the two of them.
"Where are you going to go?"
Surely he is just keeping her entertained by continuing the conversation as he kisses her neck, lightly sucking at her flesh, but she doesn't care. She wants to be there with him. His fingers slide further and soon she felt one entering her. It is harder to concentrate then. He moves slow and she hates it. "The world is full of opportunities." Her voice is mocking her parents. "Melissa always tells me to start somewhere new." It is then he moves faster. "Oh," she hit some kind of spot within him and it really should make her ask questions, but it only makes her brace her hand flat against the glass of the window and grind herself down against his hand. "Fuck."
"You could stay in London." He doesn't miss a beat adding another finger and lightly biting down on her neck.
All she does is moan, unable to think of anything other than the way his now fingers were working her over and making her body feel like it is on fire. She is no stranger to sex, certainly lately, but everything he does makes her feel better.
"Keep talking or I'll stop."
It is the most ridiculous thing she heard him say...anyone say, "You can't be serious."
"You started it."
"I hate you." She breathes. It won't be much longer before she is going to find her release. She could keep up right? "Do you want me to stay in London?"
"It's about what you want."
Is that some kind of metaphor? He is getting her off because it is what she wants, talking about her life because it is what she wants while trying to figure out just what she wants. Only she doesn't know what she wants. "I want to come." It is the only thing she knows she wants.
"Then come for me, Spencer."
Why did he always have to say her name like he is some kind of phone sex operator? His voice is just enough to send her over the edge and "Wren," she whispers only to repeat it over and over until her body is done shaking with pleasure. Her legs felt shaky and she finds herself once again resting her weight on him. "Thank you," she breathes in complete gratitude.
It only takes Wren a moment longer before he turns her around in his arms to kiss her as he brings her body so she is flush against him. Spencer smiles against the kiss in victory, as if she wins some kind of game they are playing. She didn't quite come with the idea that she was going to seduce him but as the alcohol ran through her and he would speak she couldn't help herself. She wanted him, still wants him. A part of her always wanted him and if this is her chance to have him then she will take it. Hanna and Caleb both broke her and she doesn't want to be put back together. She wants to be there and wants to be with him no matter what anyone else may think.
Wren takes a step back and takes his shirt off, holding it out to her, which she takes. "Not that I don't enjoy you walking around in nothing but your knickers," he spoke as he rummaged through the drawer in the kitchen, "but we need food. Pick one."
Spencer puts the shirt on but refuses to tell him how much she likes it. She has a habit of stealing boys' shirts and Wren is not going to be the exception. She walks over to the counter and flips through the menus, narrowing it down to two before she stands there for far too long trying to decide between the two. She didn't realized how hungry she is until he mentioned food. "Thai," she finally decided, "Whatever you normally get." She watches as he nodded and explores his place as he calls for the food.
Going to see Wren in London on a whim was a questionable choice but she doesn't regret her decision. Rosewood feels like it is suffocating her and she is going to drown any moment. Plus, her mom is dealing with taking her Senate seat so it doesn't matter much if she is around or not. The whole deal with A.D. and Rollins is just more of a mess than she wants to deal with. While she is glad Hanna isn't dead but she doesn't want to hang out with her...or Caleb. Selfish that is or not.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asks suddenly when she hears he is done on the phone, turning to look back at him.
"A question girls normally ask before they let a guy finger them in the middle of his flat."
"Is that a yes?"
"No," he shakes his head. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
She looks down for a moment. "Not anymore."
"You'll have to let me buy you coffee."
Spencer smiles, unable to help herself. How did he even remember that? "They even have decent coffee here? Or do they put half a cup of cream in it? I've seen the way people make tea in Europe. It's not pretty."
Wren lets out a breathless chuckle as he closes the distance between them and his hands find her hips. "We'll go on an adventure find the best coffee until you're satisfied."
"What if I want to keep you chained to the bed tomorrow?"
"Spencer Hastings is not going to miss coffee. You can chain me afterwards."
She kisses him then. Being there is easy. He isn't bothering her with questions like anyone else does. She forgot how much she missed kissing him. It is good. Things with Wren were always good and easy. "I never returned your favor." Her hands went to his belt.
He stops her. "Make it up to me later."
Spencer instantly looks confused, tensing up, a fear running through her. "Do you not?"
"No, Spencer...believe me. I want to. After we eat."
She stole a quick kiss when Wren pulled her back, "Not until after we eat. You'll just have to wait." She ends up falling back against the couch and putting her feet up on the table, her long legs stretching out in front of her. They are easily her best feature. The rest of her has a tendency to look like a preteen boy. His shirt came down just enough past her hips, fingers playing with the hem of the black shirt, wondering things she would rather not have to allow her mind to think of. "Do you like me better than Hanna?"
"I didn't know you knew…" he doesn't finish his sentence as he sat down next to her. "Yes."
"Yes as in actual yes or yes in you don't want to hurt my feelings?"
"Yes as in yes." He insists. "You've been something beyond my wildest imagination since the day I met you."
"Sometimes I think you're the only one who thinks that."
"Is that why you came?"
"Yes." She looks over at him. wondering if she hurt him with the truth. Not the whole truth, at least. Not yet. Maybe not ever. "I wasn't sure you would let me in. It's been a while…Melissa …"
"What happened with your carpenter? Or the hacker? I know they're names. I just don't very well care what they are."
"What happened with Melissa?"
"Well played." He compliments and doesn't bother answering her question.
"I'll tell you about Toby eventually," she whispers, grazing her fingers against the top of his hand, "I'm just not ready. Maybe Caleb but I don't want to cry."
"Plan on sticking around, yeah?"
"Maybe." She shrugs. For how long she doesn't know. She can't run away from Rosewood forever, but she knows Melissa spent a good amount of time just trying to figure herself out. Maybe that is what Spencer needs...to just be. She enjoyed the work she did but there is no way she could go back to D.C. and pretend everything is alright. As long as she had a job working in the government and this new A is after them...she would need to take some kind of break. It pained her but the heartbreak pained her more.
The silence hits them until there's a knock at the door, presumably the food. Spencer waits until she heard the thud on the counter before she got up, watching Wren with a new appreciative eye. "You should have let me pay for the food. I've imposed enough."
"Do you have any pounds?" He looks at her with a raised eyebrow.
"No."
"I rest my case." He smiles as he pulled the food out of the bags and set the containers out. "I'm not one of your little boyfriends. I'm a doctor...I'm sure I can afford takeaway."
It only took for the containers to be opened before Spencer lets the food consume her. She is starving and realizes she hasn't had anything to eat since hours before her flight, before the body. She finds herself sitting closer to Wren than necessary at the table and eating more food than she probably should in one sitting. The two make small talk as they eat. She tells him all about Georgetown, easily skipping over the mess with Toby, along with certain details about her adventures in Spain, again leaving out the details of Caleb. He, in turn, tells her about his job as a doctor that came with some stories that made her laugh so hard she almost choked on her food. At least he would save her.
The time passes them by with ease and before she knows it they just talked for an hour. He moves to clean up, rejecting her offer to help. She does some rejecting of her own. Phone call after phone call is met with her hitting the decline button. She's not ready to talk and knows she's not much help an ocean away.
"Put it on silent if you don't want to answer it. Bloody annoying."
She sticks out her tongue to Wren and flips through the messages...mainly just her friends wondering where she disappeared off to. She sighs and answered Aria and Emily back that she just needed a few days to herself, leaving the messages from Caleb and Hanna unanswered. It's a little pathetic but it is what it is. She makes sure to tell them she played her part and reinforce her alibi is covered. Should probably let Wren know about that part sooner rather than later.
Not that it worked because it is another call. As if the five hundred she ignored weren't hint enough. She is about to hit decline again before the phone is snatched out of her hand.
"She's safe and busy."
"Wren!" She calls out at him and knew they hear the moment she says his name. "They're going to know I'm with you." She whispers sternly, trying to get her phone back.
"Are you ashamed of me?" He whispers far more amused than she actually picks up on.
"No, God no. No. I'm sorry I just meant I like the mystery." But the minute he smiles she lightly swats him on the arm and grabs her phone. "I just need some time. I'll be back soon." is all she says and doesn't bother to wait for a response before she hangs up. She needs time and if that time is with Wren there were worse ways to spend it.
"Bedroom." is all he says as he grabbed her hand and leads her to back to the room that is his, Spencer smiling the entire walk.
There were a few times she imagined what it would be like to actually be with him, but the reality is soon placed before her. She never thought that would happen, but as the door shuts behind her she is excited...in a new kind of way she doesn't expect to be. Her hands find the hem of her shirt and lifted it above her head as she heard him fuss with the buckle and remove his jeans.
"Come here," he says and she obliges with ease, looking up at him as he tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear.
She ran her hands along his sides. Not the first time she'd seen him shirtless but more enjoyable than she remembered before. Or is that her arousal talking? Probably a little of both. "Hi."
"Hi." He replies in a whisper before he kisses her.
She doesn't hesitate in kissing him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, their chests flush against one another. It's a moment she's been waiting for for far too long. She did love Toby when they were together, but the moments when things were falling apart between them there's no denial Wren was the one in her more sexual thoughts.
He guides the two of them to the bed, pushing her down so her back hits the mattress, the kiss not breaking as she only got more desperate for him. Her hand slid down against his exposed chest when she reaches his boxers, feeling him through the fabric. He is hardening from her touch and she only wants to feel more of him. So much so she stops and pulls them from his hips, not waiting for him to pull them from his body before she has her hand wrapped around him and begins to stroke him.
Wren moans against her mouth. A sound that she only wants to hear again. Soon her underwear is gone and his fingers found her clit just as he had done earlier. Her hips roll against him,needy, the desire only growing between them.
His hand rests on her wrist, stopping her just when she is finding her rhythm. "I don't want to come in your hand."
His voice is so much more when he could barely control his desire, breathy, far greater than she imagined...because she had imagined this. "Then don't." Her hand falls from his erection as she moves to kiss him once again. She bites down on his lip and looks at him as he moans against her mouth, able to feel the vibrations move throughout her. A pout found it's way to her lips as he pulls away, disliking the lack of contact between them.
The sound of the condom wrapper is familiar to her and silently thanked they don't need to have that awkward conversation. She'd been there before and it is never fun. Instead she only lied in wait for a passing moment before he is kissing her again. Her hands found his hair, running it through the dark strands, arching herself up to him. She is tired of waiting.
"Wren," she murmurs as his lips made his way down her neck. "Wren," it coming out more of a moan now.
"Hmm?" He manages to get our during his series of kisses. "This is already darkening." He kisses what is surely a hickey, "Wonder where else I can leave them?"
She angles her neck to give him more access, grinding herself against him to feel something. Surely she looks like a pathetic mess and she certainly feels like one...but she doesn't care. If he cared she might, but he is only touching her in all the places she needs to be touched.
He kisses along her chest before making his way back up to her lips and just as their lips met she feels him enter her. There is no helping the moan that bubbles up from her lips and the way she hooks her legs around him to feel him as much as she can.
He doesn't linger long, for which she is thankful, speeding up his thrusts as they kiss. It is good. Oh, so good. It won't solve any of her problems and the ache in her chest will be there afterwards, but she isn't thinking of any of that. If only for the moment she found her escape. All her mind is focusing on is that she actually has Wren on top of her...inside of her, his hand on her breast, teasing her harden nipple, other on her swollen clit making her body feel fire. He stretches her just right and with each shift of their bodies it is another level of pleasure coursing through her.
"Fuck." She finds herself swearing a lot recently and it bled into her sex life.
"I believe that's what I'm doing."
She laughs, full on laughs, hands finding the sides of his face. It is fun. Fun is what she needed. Fun is her smiling and laughing while they made one another feel good, great. He looks down at her like she is insane and maybe she is...just a little. She leans up to steal a series of kisses from his lips. "Don't stop."
He only speeds up and it is perfect. What she finds even more perfect is moving them, which he follows right along with as she is now the one on top, Wren's back against the bed. She rests her hands against his chest as she unashamedly took the pleasure he is so willing to give. His hands resume their positions only aiding in her pleasure and she is so close. So close her body felt like it is on fire.
Spencer's body raises until he is almost slipping out of her before she slides back down on him. Nothing is slow and gentle. She doesn't need that. She needed for them to just... fuck. That is exactly what she does as the sounds of their bodies moving together fill the room...only broken up by their moans. Her orgasm hit her and she rides it out, "Wren," his name coming out in a long moan, feeling him reach his own release and her name ringing through the air.
Once she catches her breath she kisses him as she climbs off of him, feeling empty without him inside of her. She takes her spot on the side of him, Wren shifting away as he rids himself of the condom. Once he joins her on the bed again her head found his chest and she hooks his leg over his.
"We're doing that again," Wren whispers, running his fingers through her hair.
Spencer laughs, "I think I'll enjoy London then."