Bagilia, I think it's awesome you ship them a li'l bit now (and thank you so much for your lovely words!). I like both Spoby and Ezria, but Spezra's still pretty fun. And Guest, thank you for the review. Hope you enjoy the next chapter.
These one-shots aren't going to be in any kind of chronological order, nor will they go together to make a cohesive story. Each will be based on a different/idea prompt and will therefore stand alone. If you guys have any prompts or ideas for me, send me a PM or leave me a review and I'll see what I can do.
The prompt for this chapter was 'handcuffs'. Let me know what you think!
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Spencer and Ezra were lying on his bed together, his hand draped lazily around her shoulders and her head resting on his bare chest. She listened to the steady sound of his heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing, and thought that nothing had even been as wonderful as this.
"This is perfect," she said, tracing circles on his warm skin.
He picked her hand up and brought it to his mouth, kissing it gently. "This is wrong, you know," he reminded her softly.
"I know." She looked up, aiming to rest her gaze on his eyes, but she was distracted by his lips. She placed a finger on them, then ran her hand down his chin and cupped his face. "But it's worth it."
He was silent for a moment, contemplative. Although it unsettled her a little – he was usually the one to initiate their temporary breakups, claiming that 'this isn't right' and 'we shouldn't be doing this' – she knew better than to interrupt him while he was thinking.
"I don't want to lose you," he said after a while.
She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him. "You're not going to lose me, Ezra."
Although he was usually quick with his words, he didn't say anything at first. Instead he ran his hands through her hair, then twirled a strand around his fingers. "If anyone found out about this, I could get arrested."
"I don't know, I kind of like the thought of you in handcuffs," she teased.
"Well actually I have some here -" he joked, making as if he was going to get out of the bed.
She tugged him back down onto the mattress, giggling. "Don't tempt me," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He pulled her in for a searing kiss and her hands roamed all over his body, feeling the electricity shoot between them, sensing his heart speed up as she touched him, hearing him let out a little moan of pleasure as she hit the right spot. Then she pulled away, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, and he let himself fall face-first onto the mattress with a growl of frustration.
"You're such a tease," he complained.
"I'm not going to deny that," she said, sliding her feet into a pair of his old slippers, "but I am going to make you breakfast. What do you want?"
He took a moment to sort through his responses, most of which were definitely inappropriate to say to a high school girl. But then again, what about their relationship wasn't inappropriate?
"Toast is fine," he said, pulling himself into an upright position and scanning the room for his pants. Somehow they'd ended up halfway across the room. "Could you -?" he asked, gesturing to them.
Spencer leaned against the counter, tapping a spoon against her cheek thoughtfully. She looked from the pants to Ezra and back again, and then she shrugged. "I could."
But she didn't.
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