Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars and all characters belong to their respectful owners.

Summary: Alison has always been full of surprises, Spencer knew, but this one was by far the most unexpected... and surprisingly enjoyable.

Rating: Strong T/M - Reader discretion is advised

Added Genre(s): Angst

A/N: Hello! So I guess it's pretty clear I should continue with this, and thanks so much for the feedback! I know this pairing isn't very popular(unfortunately), and I didn't think I would get any, so I'm so glad I got a few favorites, views, and reviews. It really means a lot! :D

Now, this is in no way a songfic, but when I was writing it, I was listening to a song called Temporary Bliss by The Cab, and I thought it was actually pretty fitting for the story, or for at least this chapter and Spencer's feelings. I do have a another chapter for this story and I'll probably post it in a week or so(hopefully I'll finish These Crazy Sins by then).

And if I had to pick a lyric line, I would pick this one to describe the story best:

I can't help it
I'm addicted
But I can't stand the
Pain inflicted

Okay, well enough of my talking, on with the story!

"If you say one word to my sister about Ian, I will tell everyone the truth about the Jenna thing."

The glare that Alison shot her made Spencer almost want to take back the words, but before she knew it, her blonde friend had roughly pulled away from her grasp and was walking back to her own house across from Spencer's yard. Spencer swallowed the tight lump in her throat as she watched the blonde disappear, and the feeling of dread she felt a few days ago sunk back into her stomach. This time, however, her worry was mixed with frustration.

Why was Alison pushing this? It was a mistake, one that she wanted to forget but Ali always got in the way of letting her do just that. It put a lot more guilt on her than it should have. It was just one kiss, after all, and it wasn't something that was worth breaking up her sister's engagement over. What the hell was Ali trying to do?

She realized again that she'd been drifting off and staring at the space Alison occupied again. She'd been doing that a lot lately, especially after those mind-blowing kisses she'd exchanged with Ali only a few nights ago.

Alison, of course, acted as if it had never happened, but Spencer's demeanor had changed a bit over the last few days, at least when she was around Alison. She wondered whether or not her other three friends had taken notice of it, but since none of them really approached her, she figured they hadn't.

Another thought that occupied Spencer's mind was what would have happened if she was alone with Ali again, and while she hoped for a repeat of that night, what had just taken place was nowhere near what she had hoped for.

She turned around, trying to push away her guilty and frustrated feelings, and walked back into the house. Hanna was still at the counter, except now she was happily eating the cookies that Ali had scolded her for even touching a few moments ago. She looked up, chewing away at a half eaten cookie, and Spencer couldn't help but smile a bit. At least one of them was enjoying themselves now.

"What was that all about?" Hanna asked in a muffled tone while Spencer leaned against the counter. The brunette bit the inside of her cheek and contemplated on whether or not to tell her friend what was going on. She decided, however, that one person knowing was enough.

"You know Ali, she's always got something she wants to do and has to drag the rest of us down with her," Spencer responded with a small smile, because her statement wasn't anywhere near false. She heard Hanna's muffled giggle and felt relieved that maybe her friend wouldn't push the subject.

"Yeah, you got that right," The blonde agreed, reaching over for another cookie. She looked over to the brunette, who was staring at the counter, and felt the urge to comfort the troubled girl. "Don't worry, Spence, Ali always gets over stuff anyways. She'll just pretend it didn't happen and go on with whatever other thing she wants to do." Hanna's words sent a strange pang in Spencer's chest, because this would be yet another thing that Alison would ignore and pretend didn't happen, but it would be another thing that Spencer would spend her nights dwelling over.

"Thanks, Han," Spencer said in an attempt to sound as if the comfort worked, but it was a definitely failed attempt. Luckily for her, Hanna didn't seem to notice.

She needed to get her mind off of Ali and the kiss and everything else. A distraction, just for a few hours. An idea sprung into her head and she hoped that it would help ease her troubled thoughts.

"Hey, why don't we have a girls' night? I'll invite Aria and Emily over and we'll watch a movie or something." Hanna seemed to perk up at the suggestion and Spencer took it as a good sign to go through with her idea.

"That sounds like an awesome idea, Spence! Are you gonna invite Ali, too?" Spencer tried to keep the smile on her face from falling at the words. Of course, she should have thought about Alison and whether or not she wanted to be included. It didn't really matter, though - Alison always invited herself into everything. Invitations weren't really necessary.

"Yeah, I'll text her and ask her if she wants to come over." Spencer responded, the sound of defeat in her voice evident as she grabbed her phone from its place on the counter and began to scroll through the contacts.

A few hours passed before her friends began arriving at her house. Hanna had gone home to change into something more comfortable than what she'd been wearing earlier, and that left Spencer with some valuable thinking time.

She thought about possibly apologizing to Alison about her threat. If she was being completely honest with herself, Spencer knew that she would never tell anyone about the incident with Jenna. It would affect her as much as it would Ali, but even more importantly, she didn't really want to hurt Alison, despite everything that the vexing blonde had her going through at the moment.

All she wanted really was to forget that she'd ever kissed Ian, but part of her still clung to the reality of what happened, only because it brought on an even better reality: the one where Ali had kissed her until she felt dizzy. She knew it was wrong to want her friend, especially Alison DiLaurentis of all people, but the memories wouldn't let her escape the conflicting feelings within her, no matter how she tried.

All she could do tonight, however, was hope that Alison would forgive her and put the kiss she shared with Ian behind them.

She was glad that Aria had been the first to arrive that night. She still wasn't one hundred percent sure on how she was going to apologize to Alison yet, and the rest of her friends being there before the blonde would be enough of a distraction until she could formulate an appropriate apology.

Hanna had arrived only a few minutes after Aria, and Spencer decided to lead them both upstairs for the time being. Waiting around the door like a puppy waiting for its owner to return wasn't a wise thing for Spencer to do. However, neither was letting her friends sit on the bed that had fueled her imagination and memories for days now.

She should have felt happy that her friends were actually having a good time, but with the way Aria was sitting cross-legged on the bed and the way Hanna had laid her full body on top of her sheets, Spencer felt as if they were tainting the memory of what had happened that fateful night.

All she could do was stand there now and stare at her friends as they chatted nonchalantly on her bed. She didn't see them, however. All she could see, all she could imagine, was a smirking blonde with her manipulative blue eyes as she leaned back on her hands and watched Spencer watch her. The memory sent familiar tingles further down Spencer's body and she let out a shaky breath.

"Spence?" Aria's voice brought Spencer out of her daydream momentarily. She blinked at the green-eyed girl and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Huh?" Spencer asked dimly, her mind not really working on elaborated questions or answers.

"You okay?" Her short friend inquired while Hanna sat up on her forearms and looked curiously at Spencer. Spencer nodded a few times, trying to will herself to look normal.

"Yeah, of course," She responded with a small smile, but the smile was nowhere near genuine. Before anything else could be said between the two friends, they were interrupted by the noise.

She heard the knocking downstairs immediately and raced down the steps, knowing that it could only really be two people: Emily or Alison. She hoped for the latter, of course, however, when she opened the door, she found that both of them there, and she was hit with a mixture of emotions. The first one - excitement.

Although she'd never admit it, seeing Alison after the argument they'd had hours ago had sparked a pathetic thrill within her. For a second, she was certain that she'd actually missed Alison.

The next emotion was arousal, something she'd hoped she wouldn't be feeling tonight. Ali was wearing a pair of jeans that were a little too tight, and they showed off every curve of the bottom half of her body, accompanied by a gray t-shirt that was loose-fitting but still very appealing. The image reminded her vaguely of what Ali had worn the night they kissed, and the tingling fluttered down to her lower abdomen and settled there, making her want to squirm.

Following was distress, because she had yet to figure out what she wanted to say to Alison and had no idea how much time she had before she could confront the blonde and apologize. She hoped with every fiber of her being that all those SAT preps and years of studying would pay off in helping her give an acceptable apology.

The last, and probably the most dreadful, was guilt, which overcame her the moment she saw the way Emily was looking at Alison. She knew, hell, Aria and Hanna probably knew too, that Emily was head over heels for their manipulative best friend. She'd known for a while now, but that hadn't stopped her from responding to Alison's kisses or touches, and it certainly didn't stop her from thinking about Alison whenever she could. The guilt was overwhelming, because she knew that her feelings for Alison, whatever they were, could never amount to the feelings that Emily had for their friend.

"Hey, guys," Spencer greeted as calmly as she could, but with the way Alison smirked at her, she could tell that Ali already knew just how nervous she was.

"Hey, Spencer," Emily greeted back, cheerfully oblivious to the tension between her two friends. Spencer mustered a smile in her direction before her eyes floated back to mischievous blue eyes. Alison was acting as if nothing had happened today, as if Spencer hadn't threatened to spill one of the biggest secrets they'd ever kept. It was unnerving, but the look on Ali's face only sent more spirals into Spencer's lower abdomen to the point where she was a bit uncomfortable.

"You gonna let us in, or what, Spence?" Alison drawled playfully, tilting her head in a way that made Spencer's stomach flutter. She silently stepped aside as she let the two girls in. She tried to ignore the smell that infiltrated her nose as Alison passed by her but her composure was quickly slipping. After a few seconds, she remembered how to breathe and closed the door before following the two girls further into her house.

The evening was taking quite an unexpected turn, yet again, because Alison had stopped her approach to the stairs and turned to face Spencer, who stopped abruptly and stared at the blonde nervously.

"You go ahead, Em," Alison said, a sly smirk now planted on her lips. The look sent chills down Spencer's spine, and she had an eerie feeling that something was about to happen. Something that would definitely drive her to insanity later. "Spencer and I have something to talk about."

"Oh, okay then," Emily responded, the disappointment evident in her voice, and Spencer felt the weight of her guilt increase. She tried to shoot her friend a sympathetic smile, but Emily had already bounded up the stairs by then. Now, it was only Spencer, Alison, and the surging tension that only seemed to increase between them.

Silence passed between them as the air crackled around them, and Spencer became increasingly nervous with every second that ticked by. Her mind was racing for something, anything to say, but all coherent thoughts were far from her mind with the way that she was being observed right now.

She didn't miss the way Ali's eyes had trailed up and down her body and she didn't ignore how self-conscious the gaze made her feel. All she'd been wearing was a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Was Alison judging her outfit in her head?

Blue eyes settled back on her own chestnut ones, and she felt her throat constrict. Come on, Hastings. Say something! Anything!

"Ali," Spencer croaked out and immediately cleared her throat to remove its edge, but Alison's smirk only grew at the falter. "About today, what happened outside, I'm really sorry," Spencer admitted honestly, hoping that Ali believed her. The smirk that had been planted on Alison's lips slowly fell, but the brunette didn't know whether to take it as a good or bad sign. "I shouldn't have even brought up, well, you know what, and I'm sorry that I let it get that far. I just . . . I just want us to be okay again."

Spencer bit the inside of her cheek as she watched Alison cross her arms over chest and watch her. Then, slowly, Alison smiled at her friend. It wasn't the kind of smile that would make people cringe at the undertone of it, however. This smile was actually sweet and genuine, and it made Spencer want to sigh in relief and grin like a fool.

"I forgive you," Ali responded with a wink and Spencer let out a breathy laugh at the action. She watched her blonde friend drift towards her, their eye contact never breaking until Ali had walked passed her, and Spencer once again fought the urge to inhale the sweet scent.

She turned around and watched Alison sit on one of the stools at the island in her kitchen. She leaned on her left hand and watched Spencer from across the island, and before she knew it, Spencer found herself drifting over to the blonde.

"She might find out, you know," Ali interjected suddenly, and Spencer abruptly stopped her movements. She felt a slight frustration swell within her at the revival of the cursed topic.

"Ali, please,"

"I'm being serious." Alison responded, sitting up a bit straighter as she watched her friend round the island to meet her. Ali now sat with her back to the island as she watched Spencer look down at her with infuriation painted on her features.

"Why won't you just let this go?" Spencer asked angrily, her voice a little too loud, but not loud enough to alert her friends upstairs. Alison watched her warily, almost curiously, as she stared into brown orbs.

"Because, Spencer, if your sister finds out, it'll be twice as bad than it is now." Alison answered, the truth in her statement not going ignored by the brunette. However, she wouldn't let her friend win so easily.

"She's not going to find out!" Spencer exclaimed in frustration, her eyes blazing into blue ones. She subconsciously took a step forward until she was only about a foot away from the blonde. "If you don't tell and Ian doesn't tell, then we can all forget that stupid, meaningless kiss happened and get on with our lives," She huffed in anger as she stared at her blonde friend slightly below her, but Ali seemed unfazed. Spencer was about to let out a few more words to convince her friend to keep her mouth shut, but all thoughts paused when Alison reached up and cupped Spencer's face in her hands.

"You know," Alison spoke softly, and Spencer almost couldn't believe that it was her voice speaking to her. She fought the urge to close her eyes at the touch, because the way that Alison was looking at her right now was unbelievable. It was a sweet, caring look, probably the sweetest look she'd ever seen on her friend's face, and it was directed towards her. "Your eyes light up when you're arguing with someone. It's probably one of my favorite things about you." Spencer felt her throat go dry at the words as she stared into turquoise eyes.

"Ali,"

"You've got so much intensity in you, Spencer. I wonder why you don't express it more," Alison continued, smiling slightly at the way that Spencer barely managed to get her name out. "You're really stunning when you're passionate about something."

Spencer watched the girl in front of her as she felt a thumb stroke her cheek. Between the intense gaze and the heart-stopping words and the soft touch, it was all the encouragement Spencer needed. In one swift movement, their lips were connected once more.

It'd only been a few days since the last time their lips had met, so when Alison's hands drifted up from Spencer's cheeks and into her hair to pull them closer, Spencer could hardly hold back the moan that escaped her throat. She'd missed the contact so desperately, she'd almost convinced herself that a moment like this would never happen between the two of them. Now, here they were, lips sliding perfectly against one another as they pushed for more contact.

Spencer reached behind Alison to grasp the edge of the island for leverage before she tilted her head and kissed the blonde more fully on the lips. She felt teeth nibble on her lower lip again and almost laughed through the groan she emitted, loving the feeling of action. She felt Ali's tongue graze where she'd nibbled and opened her mouth to let her friend deepen the kiss. This time, however, it was Alison who let out a small moan, and it set Spencer's senses on fire.

She felt hands on her waist again and they pushed forward. She happily obliged to the movement, wanting nothing more than to be closer to Ali. She was too preoccupied with the tongue that had licked the roof of her mouth to feel the thigh that slipped in between her legs until it was too late. Just as she felt herself winning dominance in the kissing session, she felt Alison's thigh slide against her heated core, and she almost crumbled.

Her lips pulled away from Alison's for a brief moment, but not reducing the distance, as her body hummed over the heavenly contact. She could hear herself panting, and could make out Alison's shallow breath as well, before another groan ripped through her as the thigh grazed her core again. She gripped the counter tightly as her head dropped to Alison's neck. She could almost feel herself shaking from the pleasure of the contact.

She'd never been touched anywhere below her stomach before by anyone, not even herself, and she blamed the extreme sensitivity of what she was feeling on that fact. She could care less about how sensitive she was now, because the way that she was being touched right now made her want to cry.

She felt the grip on her hips tighten and force her down on to the jean-covered thigh. Her mouth fell open at the delicious contact as she felt the hands rock her hips back and forth against the limb. Then, the rhythm began, a slow back and forth motion, like the waves crashing down on a shore, and Spencer felt dizzy from the pleasure that shot through her.

She tried her best to keep quiet, because in the back of her mind, she knew that her friends were still upstairs, waiting for them to join, but she could also barely make out the little noises and moans that escaped her lips every time she felt another wave of pleasure crash into her. She placed lazy kisses along the column of Ali's throat, hoping to give her something out of this, but every time she did so, she felt the hands force her down harder and she had to bite her lip hard to keep from crying out in pleasurable surprise.

The warm feeling in her lower abdomen began to increase with every hard stroke against the thigh, and she knew that whatever was coming wasn't far away, especially now that Alison's soft lips were kissing and sucking on every sensitive surface of her neck that they could reach. Her eyes closed tightly, feeling moisture gathering behind them from the overwhelming pleasure, and her hands, which had gripped the island, were now balled up into fists. She gasped out her friend's name as the fire within her grew and licked furiously at her lower abdomen. Just a few more thrusts and it would all be over.

Just as she felt the white-hot heat almost push her over the edge, she heard her stairs creak and she almost didn't pull away from Alison when she heard the second creak. It was reluctant, especially since she had been so close to tumbling over the edge, but she ripped herself away from Ali's touch and her lips. She struggled to catch her breath, fixing her hair and straightening her clothing as she did so, as she stared at the blonde before her, who looked equally out of breath. The way Alison looked at her now, however, with her eyes half-lidded, lips plump and red from their kissing, and her face flushed from exertion, it was almost enough to give Spencer that final push to a mind-blowing orgasm.

Spencer dragged her eyes unwillingly from the blonde to the figure descending the steps, and all of her dirty, sex-driven thoughts disappeared when she saw Emily come into view. The guilt she felt before hit her ten-fold now, and she had to look away from her friend. She feared that her friend would see the guilt and betrayal that shrouded her eyes.

"Hey, guys," Emily greeted, and Spencer had to close her eyes when she heard how obliviously happy her friend's voice was. She hung her head a bit, just to avoid her friend's eyes on her face. "Are you two ready to come up yet? We're getting kind of worried," The tanned girl joked, and Spencer almost wanted to cry.

"We'll go up right now, Em, don't worry." Alison had been the one to answer for the both of them, her voice now somewhat normal, but Spencer could clearly hear how much deeper it was, and it sent both a pang of arousal and guilt within her. Behind her eyes, Spencer imagined Emily slowly nodding before she heard the creaking that signaled her friend's retreat back up the stairs.

The silence stretched out between them after Emily left, and neither one seemed to be able to break it. Although Emily had gone back upstairs, Spencer couldn't find the will to look at Alison again. She knew if she did, she'd forget all about the guilty feelings she felt now and throw caution to the wind like she'd done only minutes ago. Alison was driving her crazy, and she knew that there was no way to stop it. She was hopelessly gone now.

She heard the stool squeak against the floor and heard two feet walk towards her. She reluctantly turned her back to the blonde, because she couldn't bear to face her. She shuddered when she felt the soft lips on the skin between her neck and collar-bone before all contact was removed from her. Then, she heard the foot steps grow farther and farther away from her until the creaking up the stairs was heard. Then, more silence.

Spencer finally opened her eyes and stood a bit straighter. She knew she had to push this all down again, at least for a little while, until she could sort everything out. She couldn't confront this now, not with her friends upstairs waiting for her to walk in.

As she turned and began to walk up the stairs to her room, she only knew that one thing was for certain, and she couldn't deny it anymore.

Alison wanted Spencer as much as Spencer wanted her.