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Author's Note: Longer chapter this time. ( : Haha, I already have up to chapter four written, but I like to wait for a couple of reviews...bahaha. Thanks to all who reviewed last time! You made my day. For reals (okay, that's the last time I say that).


We Intertwined [Chap. 2:

Now meet the love of Ryan Lancaster's life…

When they got to Ryan's house--or, more appropriately, estate--Spencer couldn't help but feeling a little out of her league. Here was this completely striking girl who obviously had money and some level of intelligence while she herself was nothing too out of the ordinary. Ryan walked with the grace of an athlete, the kind that made her seem as if she was gliding across the floor instead of walking. Every movement of her body complimented another in a way that made Spencer feel gawky and clumsy. Somehow, anything Ryan did or said made her feel like a lesser human being. It could've been her ethereal looks, but it wasn't just that…everything she did was refined in a way.

They walked into the enormous living room and Ryan laid down on the couch, allowing her shirt to ride up a little and reveal a sliver of beautifully toned abs. Spencer forced her gaze away, not wanting Ryan to think she was ogling even though she was. She sat down next to Ryan's head and, to her slight surprise, felt Ryan lifting up her head onto Spencer's lap. She tensed up a little; since she had broken up with Ashley, anyone else's touch felt strange and alien-like.

Ryan laughed her hiccupy laugh and said, "I don't bite, Spence…unless the occasion calls for it." She lifted up her left arm and draped it over her forehead.

Something on Ryan's wrist caught Spencer's eye: it was a tattoo. Specifically, it was a name in elegant script. She arched an eyebrow when she saw the name--"Kingston". Spencer cleared her throat, "Interesting tattoo."

"That old thing?" grinned Ryan. "It's not exactly my favorite tattoo to explain, you know…doesn't help with getting laid." She winked.

"What other tattoos do you have?" asked Spencer, suddenly curious. She'd grown to love simple, but beautiful tattoos like that name after getting used to Ashley's.

Ryan stood up in front of Spencer and lowered the waistband of her jeans to just under her right hipbone, where she revealed a Chinese symbol. Before Spencer opened her mouth, she said, "It means 'strength'."

She then took off her shirt--she was wearing a black, lacy bra that she looked absolutely edible in--and turned around. On her right shoulder blade, a gorgeous, detailed angel with spread wings was shown with a scroll that read "Always & Forever" right under it. It had to be one of the most beautiful tattoos Spencer had ever seen, which was impressive considering the amount of tats going around in L.A.

"Do you always get a tattoo for your lovers?" smiled Spencer. It was sweet that an obvious player like Ryan would do that for someone.

Ryan sat down again, sans shirt, and turned to Spencer. "Not exactly. The Chinese symbol was for myself, but the other two were for a girl."

"You were in love with her," said Spencer, stating rather than asking.

"Am," corrected Ryan. "As much as I would love to be over Stephanie Kingston, that's proven to be nearly impossible…even after four months of not having a trace of her in my life."

"Sounds like you really did have it bad for her," Spencer said sympathetically. "You want to talk about it or something?"

"I haven't ever talked to anyone about it," sighed Ryan. She met Spencer's gaze and continued. "But I suppose I should start."

"I'll listen. Promise," Spencer smiled a little. After experiencing her own heartbreak, she was eager to hear how someone else coped with it…even if Ryan was almost a complete stranger.

"Well, how should I start? Steph and I were always pretty close growing up; we went through a lot of shit together. Of course, there was a definite attraction between us, but there was a little problem. I was a pretty big player and she wasn't exactly the most faithful girl in the world." Ryan paused.

"It wasn't until the summer before sophomore year that we started hooking up. Fuck yes, the sex was hot as hell, but feelings started to get involved. I didn't have experience with love and neither did she. I didn't want to fall in love; it was the last thing I needed at the time. But I did and I fell hard. We did things that purposely hurt each other and we couldn't stand one another half the time…but the love was present and it was strong," a tinge of sadness entered Ryan's voice.

"In the middle of our sophomore year, we started dating. We lasted longer than anyone thought we would; two and a half years, to be exact. We constantly fought and, to the eyes of an outsider, we didn't belong together. We knew different, though. In our hearts, we were the only ones for each other…or I thought she felt that way. Stephanie left about two months before we graduated. I haven't seen her in four months and I'm still as in love with her as I ever have been. Possibly even more," finished Ryan.

"Wow," said Spencer after a minute. "That's…intense. When did you get the tattoos?"

Ryan laughed dryly, "I actually got them after she left. They were ways to keep her close to me when I couldn't have her physical presence."

"Do you have any idea why she left?" Spencer felt as if she was intruding a little, but Ryan didn't seem to mind.

"Nope," she answered, running a hand through her lustrous hair. "I have no fucking clue why she just up and left."

"It must really hurt. I'm sorry," Spencer laid a cautious hand on Ryan's bare shoulder.

"It isn't the sharp pain it used to be. Now, it's just a dull throbbing that I've grown used to enough to ignore it," Ryan smiled weakly. "But enough of this morbid tale."

"Yeah," laughed Spencer lightly. Her eyes connected with Ryan's again and she felt herself slowly getting closer to her.

When their lips touched, an electrical current passed between them. It was soft and sweet, an almost chaste kiss. Ryan's lips quirked upward a little when they parted slightly before bringing her lips to Spencer's again. Soon, their kisses grew from hesitant to heatedly passionate, both of them brimming with the desperation of needing to forget. Spencer swung her leg over Ryan's body so that she was positioned on top of her, all the while never breaking the kiss.

Ryan was a wonderful kisser, as expected. Her lips were impossibly soft, molding over Spencer's in such a way that made her want to just tear the rest of her clothes off. Their hands were soon exploring the other's body, marveling at the new territory. There was no doubt in either's mind that they wanted each other, so much so that kissing was getting insufficient very quickly. They paused a second so that Ryan could remove Spencer's shirt, but then resumed their previous activities.

"Maybe we should get to my room," said Ryan in between kisses. "I don't exactly want to do this on a couch."

"It's called a loveseat for a reason," said Spencer haltingly. She really didn't want to move from her position on top of Ryan. She hadn't wanted anyone this badly in a long time, even if it was just physically.

Ryan chuckled, "True that."

There was a loud ringing and buzzing from the coffee table in front of them. Spencer groaned and pulled away from Ryan, who merely shrugged as if saying "take it if you have to". Spencer got off and walked over to the table, picking up her cell phone. She rolled her eyes as she saw who it was: Ashley. Sighing, she pressed the answer button and put the phone up to her ear.

"Hello?" she said, an edgy tone to her voice.

"Hey," said Ashley. Her raspy voice held a hint of edginess as well. "So you really did take off with that girl."

"And?" said Spencer expectantly. It felt good to be the one with someone else for once.

There was a pause before Ashley said, "How are you gonna get home? I could stop by and pick you up right now, if you want."

"No, it's fine. I'm sure Ryan could take me home," Spencer glanced at Ryan, who nodded from her amused position.

"Oh," said Ashley. "Well, whatever. Just…get home before curfew."

"Okay, cop," said Spencer sarcastically.

"Whatever," mumbled Ashley. Click.

Spencer sighed deeply, setting her phone back down on the coffee table. She smiled wearily at Ryan, saying, "So, where were we?"

Ryan arched an eyebrow, "Are you sure you want to do this right now? I mean, you seem a little shaken up."

"That's exactly why I want to do this right now," said Spencer, launching herself onto Ryan again.

Ryan didn't say anything, but merely complied with Spencer's wishes. It wasn't that she didn't want to do anything--she very much did--but she just wasn't sure that Spencer was ready for anything else yet. It could be just another hook-up, perhaps. Neither girls wanted to dwell on what would happen between them after tonight. For now, their physical needs were being met with soaring colors…


A/N: Ooooh, and the plot thickens! Who is this mysterious Stephanie? We'll find out. Is Ashley jellin'? Hell to the big yes she is! Just what did Ryan and Spencer do as the night progresses? Hmm...

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