This started out as a one-shot but as soon as I'd finished it I had the idea for an entire story and even went so far as to plan 20 chapters! Which is something I NEVER do! I'd really like to know what you guys think of this, it is my first stab at Spashley and indeed femslash so be nice. I have the first chapter almost written and if people like it would love to post it tomorrow if I can get it finished. So here's the prologue!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a slightly dirty mind and the hands which were used to write this! All characters belong to the makers of the show.


Routine. Everyday it's the same, I'm stuck in a never ending cycle of monotony, every action reflects one that has already come before and will invariably come again in the near future. Sometimes I wonder if my body will ever actually function spontaneously again, will I ever perform an action that has not already been planned or done already. I crave originality and excitement, all of the things that are not deemed proper for one of my ambitions. I'm trapped in a web of expect5ations of the people around me, my parents, my siblings, my friends, my teacher and perhaps the harshest critic; the rest of the world. Thos who will judge me and my actions before they even know me. Once I leave this sheltered cocoon that I have inhabited, protected by my family, and in return for this protection all they have are expectations. High ones.

Like clockwork I go through my day. It's like a list in my head, the shopping list of my life so to speak. I wake up, I get showered and dressed, I go downstairs and get breakfast, always the same toast and butter. I leave the house, waving to my mum and kissing my dad, I go to school and exchange meaningless chatter with those I call my peers. Then it's lessons, a mix of all the ingredients I need to create the perfect recipe for success. The only respite is a 15 minute break at 11 and then a 50 minute lunch at 1, and even then I'm subjected to the whims and conversations of my friends and peers, and even these seem to go in never ending circles, the problems of the average teenage. When lessons end it's back home for more studying, every second is precious and cannot be wasted. A traditional dinner with the family and some time with the TV winds the evening down before it's time for bed. I swear that if they could, they'd try and control my dreams as well, but thankfully that's one part of my mind they'll never take and I plan to hang onto it.

Everything has been planned and if it wasn't for one thing I fear that I would lose my mind.

She is my sanity, my rock, and all the dreams I really aspire to me. In a world of predictability she is the hurricane of insanity that my life needs and everyday I thank whatever higher power there may be for putting her in my life. She is never ending in her quest to show me just how life should be lived and I love her for that.

Her unpredictably keeps me feeling hopeful that these days are just another hurdle to overcome and I just need to break through to reach the other side, a future where I spend my life with her.

It's the end of lunch and I'm standing by my locker, reluctant to go to lesson. Around me the students file away until I know I'm alone. Leaning against the open door of my locker I close my eyes and allow the silence to wash over me, concentrating on the familiar sound of my breathing. In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in…my breath catches in my throat as I feel the ghost of soft lips brush my shoulder and the warmth of another body pressing tightly against me own.

"Don't turn around." A voice purrs in my ear. I pout slightly and shift to my left, as expected the hands that before had been resting loosely on my hips grasp tighter, holding me in place.

"Uh, uh, uh!" a chuckle resounds close to me ear and lips close gently over my ear lobe, a shiver run unbidden down my spine and a breathless moan slips through my parted lips. I hear the chuckle again as those torturous lips explore my neck and bare shoulder, blazing a trail of fire across my skin. Leaning forward I press my forehead against the cold metal of my locker, relishing the contrast of the cool to the heat of the lips on my skin. Her lips are once again by my ear, this time working the sensitive skin behind them.

"Please…" my voice, breathless seems to lift around and magnify around the silent corridor. I arch my back and my right hand reaches behind me and grips the soft skin of her hip that I know I'll find.

"Please what?" her husky voice whispers in my ear. "What do you want?"

"Kiss me!" I pant. "Please kiss me!" I'm begging and it's all she wanted. I suddenly find my body being turned so my back is now firmly pressed against the lockers. I catch a split second of sparkling chocolate brown eyes before her lips crash down on mine. Then my mind turns to mush and I give over to my senses.

It's another clear night, no clouds and a full moon. I can see it through my bedroom window. I can't sleep. Everyone else was in bed and asleep hours ago but I've been lying awake, my mind preoccupied with…other things. With a groan I shift so I'm lying on my side, eyes fixed on the window. I sigh and allow my eyes to flutter shut; the images I see are those of beautiful chocolate eyes and seductive fingers. Just imagining them is enough to make my stomach muscles tighten and an ache to start between my legs.

As I lie there fantasising about my dream girl I suddenly become aware that I am not alone. I don't know how but I just do, and sure enough a couple of seconds later I feel a body hovering above my own and a pair of soft lips press against mine. I smile into the kiss, and slip my arms around her waist to pull her fully on top of me.

"Mmmm, you're getting better at this. I didn't even hear you come in." I murmur against her lips. Now it's her turn to smile.

"Well, it's cos I'm like a ninja." She whispers back. She kissed me again, running her tongue along my bottom lip, I open my mouth willingly sliding my hands under the shirt she's wearing and trace patterns along her smooth skin. Her own hands are supporting herself on either side of me and I can feel the hear radiating off her body. Desperately I yank her shirt up her body, getting impatient when it gets stuck just under her arms. Knowing what I want she pulls back from my lips for a second so she can remove it, she sit up on top of me for a moment and the light of the moon shinning through the window gives me a chance to study her. She's beautiful, her curly brown hair falls down past her shoulders and her skin looks so soft that I can't help but reach out and brush my fingertips against her arm. Her eyes sparkle and can tell that they're darkened with lust much like mine are. I can't hold back anymore, I pull her back down to connect our lips roughly.

We stay like this for a few minutes; tongue's battling for dominance, when suddenly she takes control, running her hands down my sides to the tops of the shorts I wear to bed. She runs her fingers along the waistband, dipping just inside the elastic with feather light touches every couple of seconds before retreating. Her touches were torture and when he lips left mine and latched onto my neck I moaned softly and arched my back.

"Asshhhh!" I whine softly. "Oh god Ash…!" one of her fingers slipped inside my shorts and she smiled against my neck.

"No underwear?" she purred. "Someone's naughty!" her hand slipped deeper into my shorts, feeling my arousal.

"Well…I learnt from the best!" I manage to say breathlessly tipping my head back as she ran a delicate finger along my opening. This action caused my hips to buck against her hand. "More!" I panted, moaning when she bit down on my neck. She was teasing me, stroking me with the lightest of touches, touches that she knows will send me crazy, and sure enough I'm biting my lip to stop the groans and moans I can feel bubbling in my throat..

Suddenly I feel her hand withdraw from my shorts. My eyes, which had drifted shut snap open again and I glare at her fiercely. She props herself up on her hands, lifting her chest away from mine, but pressing our groins together, which only intensifies the growing wetness between my legs. I'm still glaring at her but she seems to be totally unaffected by it. Instead she locks eyes with me, making sure that I hold her gaze, and this is her greatest tool. Her secret weapon. For she and I both know that I am powerless to resist her when I look into her eyes, I can deny her nothing. And tonight is no exception, as I look deep into her chocolate brown orbs that sparkle with mischief I feel my glare slip. Instead I push my head up so I can catch her lips in a soft kiss. She goes along with it for a second before moving her lips across my cheeks to my ear.

"You…are wearing far too many clothes Spence." She smirks. The fingers of her right hand pluck at my tank top. She pulls back and gives me a devilish grin, suddenly she's sat up and pulling me with her so I'm sat upright with her straddling my waist. I know what she wants before she asks and a raise my arms, she wastes not time in pulling my shirt over my head revealing my chest to her. Dropping my shirt behind her she gives me a crooked smile and leans in to kiss my neck whilst cupping my left breast, the combination of her fingers brushing my sensitive skin and her lips sucking on my neck causes my eyes to droop shut and a soft moan of pleasure to slip from my lips. She take my nipple between her forefinger and thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild. I throw my head back and clutch at her hips, rubbing my groin against hers. This seems to distract her as the hand massaging my breast falters and she lets out a whimper.

It seems she's willing to stay in control, as she lays me back down and begins to kiss down my body. Her tongue circles my nipple causing me to arch my back, but as quickly as she was there she's gone. Lips caressing down my stomach as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. Torturously slow the material slides off my hips and down my legs, finally they're off and I see them fly behind her as she quickly crawls back up to hover above me. She seems to be done teasing now as she claimed my lips in a harsh kiss. Her hand slides down my body ghosting over my stomach and dipping over my hips and between my legs. I bite my lip furiously as she runs her fingers along my opening before slipping a finger inside me, the waves of pleasure that that course through my body are almost overwhelming and I clutch at her upper arms desperately. She begins pumping in and out quickly, her thumb occasionally flicking my clit. As my restrained moans become more and more frequent she adds another finger and pumps faster, her thumb moving at equal speed over my clit until my back is arched fully off the bed and I'm allowing my orgasm to crash down on me, the world goes blurry and all I can feel is her fingers inside me and her lips sucking on my skin.

"Ash!" I breathe as I come down from my high. Pulling her into my arms I settle back against the bed resting my head on her chest.

"I love you." I murmur, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. I feel her chuckle vibrate through her chest and her arms tighten around me.

"I love you too." Her voice takes on a soft tender tone, which I know is reserved for me and me alone. I twist my head to look at her face, which I know now better than my own. She's watching me, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

"I should go." she says softly.

"No!" I moan. "Don't."

"I have to." She giggles. "Don't want to risk awakening the beast." I stifle a giggle at her nickname for my mum. Carefully she extracts herself from my grip, despite my best efforts to keep her in bed with me, and collects her shirt. As she slips it back on she notices my pout, smiling she comes back to the bed and pulls me in for a passionate kiss.

"I love you Spence." She mutters when she pulls back, resting her forehead against mine. "Don't ever forget that." I smile and within 30 seconds she's gone, the only indication she was here my clothes strewn across the floor and the faint scent of her lingering in the air.

Once I'm dressed again I fall back against my pillows, with a sated smile. In a world where my whole life is dedicated to and by routine I have found my solace, Ashley Davis is my solace, my chance to break free from this trap I have allowed myself to become ensnared in.

But sometimes webs are woven deeper, it's been a long road just to get here and sometimes love isn't enough.


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