"To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim, you don't grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead, you relax and float." – Alan Watts
"I will destroy her."
"Spencer, chill. I'm a big girl. I can take care of this myself. Besides, you know what team hazing is like. I'm sure it happens all the time on the field hockey team."
"I know you're a big girl, Em. But I know you. You'll never stand up to Paige – you'll just sweep this little incident under the rug, act super sweet and understanding to her, and hope she forsakes the Dark Side."
"No! God, Spence, would you just trust me on this, please? We… worked it out, okay? It's not going to happen again. Just trust me – we're good!"
With the Spencer eyebrow raise, hands thrown in the air in surrender, and an exaggerated sigh, the discussion is over. Still, you can't help it that your mind takes you elsewhere, to thoughts of being… hazed by Paige. You hope that no one catches the subtle quirk in your lips and the way your eyes shutter ever so briefly at the thought. Somehow, you know that you haven't heard the last of these poolside shenanigans.
A few days later, you find yourself feeling clumsy, uncomfortable, and full of nervous tension in the pool. It's after hours, and the team has gone. You're there because you know she'll be there. After a less than stellar kick-turn, you're straining with all you've got to pull your long, lean body to the other end of the pool for one last lap, flailing against the water rather than moving at one with it.
You know what's coming. And your heart is pounding with anticipation.
You pull your head out of the water and just about get a full gasp of air in your lungs when her hand comes down; tentatively, almost tenderly on top of your head. You allow yourself to go with it, though for all intents and purposes, you're submerging your head yourself, frustrated at the lack of passion behind the other girl's actions. You come up again and she lightly eases you back under. You can't help it. Your frustrations get the better of you.
"Damn it, Aria, really shove me down! Don't be afraid - you're going to hurt me! I'm not delicate. I won't break!"
"Spence, this is just too weird. I still don't know how I let you talk me into to this."
"Aria… Just – go with it. Please? Trust me," you all but whisper, dropping your tone seductively and continuing in a sing-song voice, "I'll make it worth your while…"
"Okay – how is this not you fantasizing about Paige?"
"Aria…"
"No, Spencer. I saw the way you reacted when Emily mentioned the hazing that goes on with the field hockey team. Admit it: You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you?"
"No!" You let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as she raises her eyebrow, skeptically. "No, Munchkin," you soothe, pleading, "– not about Paige, But, yeah – I have thought about, you know, being dominated, physically – by my lover. Not by Paige. And the fact that it's you makes it all the more intense, because…"
She waits for you to continue, becoming impatient as you try to find a diplomatic way to finish what you started saying before thinking how it would sound. "Because what?" she wonders, intrigued.
"Because, you're – well, you're not… physically, that is… Ugh. Let's face it: It's, well, just so out of character for you to be so… dominant, you know? God – just the thought of it drives me wild. But only –" (you grab her hand in yours and kiss her palm) "if you " (you place that palm on top of her head) "do it as though you really mean it!" (you tug her hand down with both of yours, to drive your point home).
She starts to giggle. "Oh my God, Spencer!"
"Aria, please," you whine.
"Ugh! Fuck it! But, I swear, if anyone ever finds out about this, Spence…"
"NO!" you cut her off, "Oh, God, no one can ever find out about this!"
"Okay," she concedes. "But I'm going to need a minute to get myself all Paiged up. Go back and do it again, and I'll be ready for you."
"Yeah. Never say that again, 'All Paiged up'!" you laugh as you hoist yourself out of the pool and practically sprint to the other side, eager to swim back to her one final time.
This time, she commits to it, and she's all barks and snarls as she shoves you forcefully under the water, putting you in your place, telling you what she wants to do to you – and what you're going to do to her. Oh, God, she's making you so hot. Before you realize how it happens, you're out of the water and tackling her onto the cold, hard tile, sloppily devouring her lips, her cheek, her neck, and grabbing wildly at her flesh in angry desperation. You've never been so turned on in your life, and, you can tell, she never has, either. She keeps up the Paigification for the duration of your passionate interchange, and it's like nothing you've ever done with each other before; as though you're fucking another incarnation of each other.
Only when it's all over and you're cuddling, both completely drained, does the giggling start up again.
"Damn it, Aria – you really know how to ruin a moment!"
A/N - So, I never thought I could write a one-shot, but here I am with a multi-chapter. Well, it's more like a chapter and a half, but that still counts as multi, right? :)