Back from hiatus!
Hey everybody, I am so very sorry to have left this story up in the air for so long...real life just got REALLY busy there for a while, NYC style. I even got a real writing gig for a lesbian arts & culture magazine, yay me! I'm hoping they'll let me start a South of Nowhere blog when the show starts up again in February, like on the website AfterEllen (dot)com, how cool would that be? Anyway, I am ressurecting this story, and by god, I will finish it this time! Minor angst warning for this chapter, but again, happy endings prevail :) Thanks to all my loyal readers for sticking around!
--JW
Into the Morning
Chapter 3
By JewWitch
All the Usual Disclaimers Apply (if Spencer and Ashley were mine, they'd never stop doin' it long enough to follow even the most tenuous of plot lines!)
Rating: R for this chapter
By the time the flight crew announced that it was time for everyone to return their seat backs and tray tables to an upright position for their initial descent into Paris, Spencer's stomach was in an advanced state of agitation. She wasn't nervous-- why should Ashley make her nervous? They'd been together half their lives. But she did page a flight attendant and ask for a glass of ginger ale to calm her queasiness; greeting Ashley after two months apart with barf breath just would not do. She pressed her nose to the window, watching the tiny landscape coming into view through the clouds, like a doll's world. Her stomach bounced against her diaphragm like an exuberant puppy who couldn't be made to relax. She actually started to do some Lamaze breathing, in an attempt to calm her erratic heart rate. At the same time, she thought about Ashley standing inside the airport, waiting for her, right at that very moment, with the same fluttery feeling in her stomach...and suddenly she felt perfectly calm and serene. Because she knew this was really happening-- she would get off the plane, and Ashley would be there.
Of course, Spencer's romantic vision of their airport reunion had the security-checkpoint scene edited out, and by the time Spencer actually got down to the baggage claim, where those waiting to pick up their loved ones were actually allowed to be, nearly fifteen minutes had passed since she got off the plane. It didn't take Spencer's eyes long to find her wife in the crowd; but by the time they did, Ashley's eyes were already locked on hers. She was standing no more than twenty feet away, dressed in a denim miniskirt and an old Amoeba Records t-shirt, and the same bright red streak down her shiny brown hair that Spencer had seen on Pay-Per-View two nights before. She was also holding a rose-- one single, red rose, with a red ribbon tied around the stem. The look on her face when Spencer's eyes found hers made the nervous bouncing in her stomach stand still. They stared at each other for a moment; then Spencer dropped her shoulder-bag in the middle of the floor and ran, leaping into Ashley's arms with the force of a small blond hurricane. Everything slowed down and got blurry; Spencer was aware of Ashley's hands in her hair, her familiar, intoxicating smell of orange blossoms and jasmine, her warm mouth suddenly Spencer's world.
"Oh, baby," Spencer sobbed against Ashley's lips, before surrendering completely to the teeth and tongue that were suddenly devouring her. She closed her eyes, letting her hands slip under the hem of Ashley's t-shirt, reclaiming her hips, her back, the perfect dip of her spine...
"Missed you...so much..." Ashley murmured, releasing Spencer's now-moist lips long enough to pant these words, their foreheads pressed together, so they could feel each other's hot, erratic breath on their faces.
"A'aight, ladies, I know you're happy to see each other, but I also know I'ma be gettin' an angry phone call from Grandma C. tomorrow for letting some scandalous make-out photos from Charles DeGaulle airport get published in Us Weekly, and honey, that is not on my agenda for this week, you know?" A very large, well-muscled and extremely gay black man had strode up beside them while they were...busy...and now delivered this short speech with an exasperated smirk on his somehow cherubic face. "So let me just take y'all back to the hotel, and you can go all amazon on each other away from prying eyes and paparazzi. Word?"
"Hi Ramone," Spencer replied happily, leaning up on her tiptoes and kissing the tall bodyguard's cheek. "Thanks for taking such good care of my girl here." She raked her nails across Ashley's lower back, causing her to lean her hips into Spencer's involuntarily. They both grinned, red-cheeked.
"Girl, you know she don't make it easy either!" Ramone chortled, leaning down and giving Spencer a kiss back. "She gotta find every dive-y little gay bar in every city! But she never even look at another girl like she want anything but a dance from them, you know." He winked, and Spencer smirked. She knew that Ashley loved her, completely and totally; she had never really lost much sleep over worries of cheating, despite how easy it would obviously be for Ashley to screw around when she was on tour. Still, it was nice to have someone else confirm this for her, someone she knew wouldn't lie.
"Why should I look at any other girl, when I'm already married to the most beautiful woman on the planet?" Ashley asked with a goofy grin. "Come on Spence, let's get your bags and go back to the hotel...so I can go all amazon on you." Spencer happily grabbed her hand, and followed her to the exit.
They didn't quite make it to the hotel, but they did at least manage to keep their hands more or less to themselves outside the airport, until they made it into the limo-- which, after all, had tinted windows. Once they were in the back seat together, with Ramone up front (behind more tinted windows) with the driver, Ashley started kissing Spencer's throat and playing with her bellybutton.
"Oh, God, you feel so good," she murmured against Spencer's neck, nuzzling into her pulse point. Spencer's only reply was a moan of longing, as her hands gripped Ashley's long hair and pulled her head up for another deep kiss. Their limbs tangled together, until Spencer managed to pin Ashley down against the leather seats and slip a hand up her short skirt. Ashley gasped, her body surging up against Spencer's, her dark eyes almost black with desire.
"I love you, Ash...I love you so much," Spencer whispered in Ashley's ear, before biting it. Ashley shrieked.
"Love you," she whimpered back, opening her legs as wide as the backseat permitted and digging her nails into Spencer's back.
By the time the car came to a complete stop and the engine cut out, letting Spencer and Ashley know they'd arrived at the hotel, they were both sitting up and fully clothed, and more or less presentable. This turned out to be a good thing because, as Ramone had predicted, there were quite a few reporters with quite a lot of camera equipment waiting for them outside the hotel's front door, hoping to catch a glimpse of rocker princess Ashley Davies and her beautiful wife. They helped each other fix their hair and makeup in the car before stepping out, huge smiles (which they didn't have to fake) plastered to their faces as they waved at the cameras, making a beeline for the safety of the hotel lobby. Ashley slipped her hand into Spencer's, glancing back at her with a goofy grin.
It happened in an instant. One moment Spencer was walking to the hotel, her hand in Ashley's, with the noise and flashing of cameras around them; then suddenly she was yanked off her feet. The world turned upside down, and it was as if someone had reached out and shut off the sound. It was the briefest of moments; then an ear-splitting crash brought the sound levels back up. There was screaming. Spencer realized vaguely that she was lying flat on her back on the sidewalk, though she didn't remember falling.
"Spence, are you okay? ...Spencer!" Ashley was kneeling beside her, pale and terrified, her hands running over Spencer's body in search of injury.
"I'm okay," she said quickly, sitting up too fast. "Whoa...head rush...what's going on? What happened?" Even as she asked, Spencer looked up and saw what had happened: where moments ago she and Ashley had been standing, a car had skidded off the road and smashed head-on into a lamp post. She stared at the wrecked car, feeling a creeping numbness stealing over her body. It was Ramone's large hand that had pulled her back, out of the car's path...Ashley too...her brain felt unhinged, as her thoughts began to swim, disconnected, bouncing off each other at random. She saw the man climbing out of the car, a bloody cut on his forehead, obviously drunk and feeling no pain as he began to shout at Ramone, who didn't bother shouting back but simply grabbed the guy and forced him to the ground.
"Spence, are you sure you're okay? You're shaking..." They were still sitting in the middle of the sidewalk, one of Ashley's legs pressed up against the small of Spencer's back, and a hand gently tracing the length of her spine. Spencer opened her mouth to say she was fine; then she burst into tears. Ashley's arms were immediately around her, holding her fiercely, whispering words of love and assurance in her ear.
"It's okay, it's okay...shhhh...we're okay, baby, I got you..." Spencer pressed her face into Ashley's shoulder, not caring that she was basically wiping her nose on her wife's shirt. She couldn't stop the tears, or the torrent of images suddenly invading her mind, dragging her back to a different crash, a different ending, when Ashley hadn't been there to tell her that everything was okay...when everything was almost so very monumentally not okay.
"I'm sorry," Spencer sniffed when she finally got her breath back, looking up at Ashley with puffy red eyes.
"You don't have to be sorry, baby," Ashley murmured, wiping Spencer's tears away with her thumb.
"It just reminded me of..."
"I know, I know...but it's okay. Nobody got hurt, we're all fine. I'm fine. See?" Ashley took Spencer's hand and pressed it over her own heart. The strong, steady pounding under her palm immediately calmed the erratic throbbing in Spencer's chest, and she sighed and closed her eyes, leaning against Ashley as the adrenalin that had just shot through her began to drain away. And as much as she didn't want to, she couldn't help remembering an all too similar day, almost three years before; when everything had started out so perfect, just like today...
It was the day after Spencer defended her PhD dissertation, which in graduate school-speak meant she was more or less home-free, soon to be "Dr. Carlin-Davies." She'd been a basket case for months leading up to it, staying up late into the night at the UCLA library while Ashley and four-year-old Jackson fended for themselves at home. And every time she'd felt too guilty to live with herself, and decided it wasn't worth it-- every time she'd called Ashley and proclaimed she was dropping out of school, and didn't want to be a psychologist anyway-- Ashley had lovingly but firmly refused to accept Spencer's resignation. There was no doubt in Spencer's mind that she would never have made it through graduate school without Ashley's constant, unfailing support. And now it was over, and they were going away for the weekend to celebrate, just the two of them.
"Jacksie, remember that Aunty Madison is picking you and Ana up from school today, and you're going home with them. Okay?"
"I know, Mama!" Jackson rolled his eyes over his Cheerios. "I already told you, me and Ana are building the world's tallest leggo tower this weekend, and Uncle Glen's gonna take a picture, and send it to the Guinness Book of Records, so we'll be famous!" The grin on his face as he made this pronouncement was pure Ashley, innocent and devious at the same time, and wholly determined to succeed. His large brown eyes shone merrily.
"Okay, monkey boy," Spencer smirked, sitting down at the table next to her son with a large cup of coffee and kissing the top of his head. "Just remember to be good for Uncle Glen and Aunty Mad, okay? I don't want to come home and hear any stories about you and Ana staying up all night and sneaking into the kitchen at one o'clock in the morning for chocolate."
"Jeez, that was one time," Jackson moaned, flinging himself backward in his chair and looking exasperated and put-upon.
"Okay kids, the rock 'n roll railroad is leaving in thirty seconds! All passengers front and center!" Ashley bounced into the kitchen and went straight for the coffee pot, filling her travel mug to the brim and then taking a sip so she could close it. Jackson leapt up from his chair, proclaiming that he just needed one thing from his room for show and tell, and racing out of the kitchen. Ashley and Spencer caught each other's eye across the table and smirked. Then Ashley put her cup down on the counter, and crossed the room to where Spencer sat, pulled out her chair, and sat in her lap, straddling her.
"Good morning, Dr. Carlin-Davies," Ashley purred, holding Spencer's face between her hands and kissing her for all she was worth.
"Mmm, don't jinx me," Spencer mumbled against Ashley's lips, grinning hugely. "It's not official yet, you know."
"Well it's as good as." Ashley ran her fingers through Spencer's hair, with an enormous grin to match Spencer's. "You've worked so hard for this, and I am so proud of you, baby. I'm gonna take Jack to school now...and you're gonna go make sure our suitcase is all packed...and when I get home we're gonna hop on a plane to Pebble Beach...where I will spend the next three days worshipping your body." They kissed again, both of their hands beginning to wander.
"Mommy! I'm ready to go! No more kissing!" Jackson stamped his foot impatiently in the doorway, and Ashley pulled away from Spencer's lips, chuckling.
"Like I said," she winked, reaching out to fix Spencer's smudged lipstick with her thumb. "As soon as I get home."
"So go take the kid to school, already," Spencer grinned. With a final round of goodbye kisses, Ashley and Jackson were out the door, and Spencer went back upstairs to double-check that she hadn't forgotten to pack anything. The sun was pouring in through the wide bay windows, and Spencer was in such a good mood, she flipped on the stereo system and cranked it up, dancing around the bedroom and singing to herself like a goofy teenager while she made the bed and straightened up. It wasn't until the CD ended that Spencer realized almost 45 minutes had gone by. Where was Ashley, already? It wasn't as if they had to worry about missing the plane, since Ashley had chartered a private jet for them, but still, Spencer knew it was only a 20-minute round trip to her son's school, and she also knew that Ashley was as eager to get going on their vacation as she was. She's probably off somewhere getting me flowers or chocolate...or both, Spencer thought with a smirk. She flopped down on the couch and switched on the news, when the phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, she smiled and picked up.
"Hey Dad, you just caught me...we're leaving for Pebble Beach as soon as Ash gets home," she said lightly, sprawled across the couch with one foot hanging over the arm.
"Honey, there's been an accident." Her father's voice was grave and stoic, a tone that had long ago coded itself into her brain as PANIC. "Glen and Madison are on their way to pick you up, and I'll meet you at the hospital, okay?"
"Oh, god," Spencer whispered, sitting up on the couch with a dizzying rush of blood to the head. "Is it Mom?"
"No, honey, it's not Mom...it's Ashley."
"What? No," Spencer shook her head, calmly disbelieving. "Ashley's dropping Jack at school, it's only ten minutes away..."
"Spence, listen to me. There was an accident. Several cars were involved, and one of them was yours. Mom called me as soon as she heard from the EMT dispatch that they were bringing Ashley in, in critical condition, and that's all I know." Spencer's world sharpened suddenly. Everything was too bright, too hard. Her hands went numb.
"Oh my god...Jackson--"
"Jackson's fine, Spence, he's at school, don't worry about him. He doesn't even know anything happened."
"I have to get to the hospital," Spencer said flatly, jumping to her feet and looking wildly around for her car keys.
"Glen and Madison are coming to get you, Spence, they're on their way--"
"No, I gotta go now," Spencer mumbled, shaking her head though there was no one there to see it. She turned in a circle on the spot, eyes wild, forgetting for a moment what she was looking for. "I can't wait for--"
"Spencer!" The shout through the phone stopped her dead in her tracks. She could hardly count on one hand the number of times she'd ever heard her father raise his voice; she could hear both his anger and his desperation, and it froze her where she stood. "Listen to me. You are not getting behind the wheel right now, do you hear me? Unless you want to make your son an orphan, you wait for your brother." Spencer opened her mouth to argue; but as her father's words hit her-- make your son an orphan-- something broke inside her, and she slid to the floor, wracked with sobs. That was how Glen and Madison found her a short while later, curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor in a flood of tears. They managed to get her up and into the car, Madison sitting beside her in the back seat while Glen drove, both of them reassuring her continually that everything would be fine. Madison finally managed to calm Spencer with some deep breathing exercises; it was something soothing and familiar that they had done together before, since they'd both been pregnant within a year of each other.
When they got to the hospital, Spencer climbed out of the car looking considerably calmer. As she looked up at the word Emergency emblazoned above the entrance, however, her stomach turned inside out, and she ran to the nearest trash can, narrowly avoiding throwing up all over the floor.
"Whoa!" Glen yelped, leaping back, while Madison glared at him and hurried to Spencer's side, gathering her hair in one hand and rubbing her back until the wave of nausea passed.
"S-sorry," Spencer stuttered, looking up at her brother and sister-in-law with red eyes.
"It's okay, mija, we've all seen worse," Madison said lightly. "Ready to go in now?" Ashen-faced, Spencer nodded. Arthur was already inside, leaning across the admittance desk to talk to one of the nurses in low, agitated tones.
"Dad!" Spencer sobbed, throwing herself into his arms almost before he'd turned to face her. He tried to soothe her, but all Spencer wanted now was answers. "Where is she? What's happening? She'll be okay, won't she?"
"Your mom's in there working on her right now, Spence, they're doing everything they can. We're trying to find out more." The words doing everything they can struck Spencer's heart like a bolt of ice. That wasn't something people said unless...
"Spencer." Paula came out from behind the swinging doors then, her scrubs splattered with blood, pulling off her face mask. That's Ashley's blood, the thought raced through her mind before she could stop it. Her stomach twisted sharply again, but she took a deep breath, and managed not to lose her breakfast a second time. Keep it together. Ashley needs you to keep it together.
"Mom, please, is she okay?"
"She's lost a lot of blood, honey, and one of her ribs punctured a lung. Our main concern right now is that she's bleeding internally somewhere, but we haven't found the source yet."
"Oh god, please don't let her die Mom, please..." Spencer didn't bother wiping away the tears that were pouring down her face. That didn't matter; nothing mattered anymore unless Ashley was okay.
"Spencer, listen to me." Paula grabbed her daughter's face with both hands, forcing her to make eye contact. "I am going to go back in there, and I am going to save her. Do you understand me? I am not going to let Ashley die." Spencer stared into her mother's eyes, a mirror of her own. She knew that there was no way any doctor could make the guarantee her mother was making; she also knew that she needed to believe it. She nodded. "I'll let you know as soon as we know anything," Paula promised, then in a flurry of aqua-green scrubs, she was gone again. After she'd gone, Spencer stood alone in the middle of the floor, lost and trembling.
"I have to cancel the plane," she whispered brokenly, staring into space.
"I'll do that, honey. You just go sit down, okay?" Her father said quietly, squeezing her shoulder briefly before going back to the admittance desk for a phone book. Spencer nodded dumbly. The patterned linoleum floor began to swim in front of her. Before she'd made it halfway to the hard plastic chairs, her stomach rebelled again, sending her running back to the nearest trash can for another round of painful retching.
"Jesus, Spencer!" Glen exclaimed, managing to look indignant. Madison gave him another withering glare.
"Querido, how about you make yourself useful for once and go get the girl a ginger ale from the machine?" Knowing better than to argue with his wife when she was giving him the look, Glen turned and scurried for the hall. Madison turned back to Spencer, who was leaning against the side of the trash can now, trembling and gasping for breath.
"Oh god Madison, I can't handle this. I'm only 29, I can't be a widow...I don't think I can l-live without her..."
"Girl, you gotta snap out of it. Ashley's not dead, so don't you start burying her. She's right through those doors," Madison flung her arm out, pointing to where Paula had disappeared, "And she's gonna need you at your best, okay?" Spencer gulped, and took a deep, steadying breath. "Now come sit down and breathe, dios mio!"
"'Kay," Spencer mumbled. She'd taken two steps toward Madison, when something very peculiar happened. Her sister-in-law's face seemed to be receding; everything in the long hallway was moving rapidly away from her, like a rushing river. She could see Madison's lips moving, but all she heard was a faint ringing in her ears.
"Uh-oh," Spencer mumbled. Then she passed out.
The next thing she knew, Spencer was blinking her eyes open blearily at the plain white hospital ceiling, with no idea where she was or how she got there. She still felt horribly nauseous.
"Ash?" she mumbled, quickly trying to sit up.
"Easy, Spence, take it slow." It was Kyla's voice in her ear, one warm arm wrapping around her shoulders and another hand smoothing back her mussed hair. "You gave us a scare, girl...just had to be the center of attention, huh?"
"Ky...What?" Spencer blinked, looking around from Kyla, to Madison, then over to Chelsea, who sat at the foot of her bed. "When did you guys get here?"
"While you were passed out, duh." Kyla smiled and kissed Spencer's forehead. "Your dad called; we came as soon as we heard." The sluggish floundering in her brain finally caught on something solid, causing Spencer's memory to flood back like she'd just been rebooted.
"Oh God, Ashley--"
"She's gonna be fine, Spence. Your mom came in a few minutes ago and told us they're taking her up to recovery."
"She's okay?" Spencer's voice was faint with relief, as more tears spilled from her eyes. "Are you sure? Really okay?"
"Really okay," Kyla nodded, glancing up at the other two with a broad grin, then back at Spencer. "And so are you...and so is the baby." It took Spencer a minute to catch up to what Kyla was saying; in all the terror and emotional upheaval she'd gone through in the past few hours, the fact that she and Ashley were in their third month of trying for another baby had completely flown out of her head.
"I'm...? Wait. No. Are you sure?" Spencer sniffed, wiping her eyes roughly in disbelief.
"Blood tests don't lie, mija. Is there something you need to tell us? You been getting a little sugar on the side?" Spencer gave Madison a withering glare, and Chelsea and Kyla burst out laughing.
"Yeah, Mad, I'm cheating on Ashley with a turkey baster." She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were turning up into a defiant grin.
"So I guess Ash doesn't know yet?" Chelsea asked gently, reaching out to squeeze Spencer's leg. Spencer shook her head dumbly.
"We, we didn't...I mean I didn't..." she gulped. "We thought...more time..."
"Well now you'll have something amazing to tell her when she wakes up," Chelsea smirked, beaming at Spencer, who was still staring back in dumb disbelief, her expression more dazed than when she'd first opened her eyes.
"Does everyone know?" She asked weakly.
"Just us," Kyla assured her quickly. "And your mom of course. She didn't mean to blab, but we were all here when she got your blood tests back, and, well, we got so freaked out when we saw the look on her face...we thought you had leukemia or something. She had to tell us. You're not mad, are you?"
"Mad?" Spencer grinned dopily, her shock finally broken as she laid a hand across her flat stomach, rubbing it absently. She looked at her three sisters-in-law, Kyla, Madison and Chelsea, loving each of them immeasurably. "Uh-uh," she shook her head slowly. Then, as if thunderstruck, she squealed, "I'm having a baby!" and they all laughed and leapt onto the bed to hug her.
"Hi little one," Kyla cooed to Spencer's stomach, "I'm your auntie Kyla! Just remember that when you're at my house, you can have all the candy you want."
Once she was back on her feet, Spencer lost no time racing up to recovery, where she sat by Ashley's bed for the rest of the day. Arthur left at some point to pick up all three of his grandchildren, four-year-old Jack, five-year-old Ana and twelve-year-old Clay, and took them out mini-golfing. When Ashley's eyes finally cracked open, it was dark outside, and Spencer was fast asleep across her stomach.
"Spencer?" she mumbled sleepily. She tried to move one of her hands to touch Spencer's head, but found it tethered to an IV drip. The shift in her body weight coupled with her low murmur was enough to rouse a drowsing Spencer from her spot, sitting bolt upright in her chair with a dazed but attentive expression.
"Shh, it's okay sweet girl...I'm right here. How do you feel?" Spencer picked up Ashley's hand, and being careful not to disturb the IV, held it lightly in her own.
"Uh...I don't know...kind of sore, I think. What happened, Spence? Where are we?"
"We're in the hospital, baby. You got in a car accident. Scared the shit out of me. But you're okay now...everything's okay..." Spencer leaned down and left a trail of kisses up Ashley's arm, feeling Ashley's other hand moving lightly through her hair as she went. Little though she wanted to, she felt the sting of tears welling up inside her again, and soon Ashley felt their cool drip on her arm.
"Hey," Ashley murmured, tilting Spencer's chin up in her hand with a hazy but reassuring smile. She knew better than to tell Spencer not to cry, even after a full day of unconsciousness and general anesthesia. "It's okay now, baby. I'm so sorry I scared you...and ruined our vacation..."
"No, Ash, don't," Spencer shook her head, hastily wiping her eyes and nose. "It's not your fault, any of it. You're okay, and that's all I care about. Especially now that we're gonna have one more in our family." Spencer grinned shyly as she said this, looking down at their entwined hands on the blankets.
"What...? Spence, are you--?" Spencer looked up and nodded. Oblivious to her aching body, Ashley grabbed Spencer's face between her hands and pulled her half onto the bed, kissing her with everything she had.
"Surprise," Spencer mumbled against Ashley's lips. Ashley just laughed and laughed.
Back on the sidewalk in Paris, both of them were still sitting dazedly on the ground, lost in the memory of terror and elation as the aftermath of the almost-crash played out around them. Spencer's cheeks were smudged with tear tracks, her eyes red and puffy.
"But that ended up being a good day, Spence...that was the day we found out we were getting Ella." Spencer nodded, not quite able to speak. Ashley poked her lightly in the stomach. "There isn't anything you have to tell me now, is there...?" Finally Spencer snickered, raising her head from Ashley's shoulder.
"No, goof," she smirked, her voice hoarse from crying. "But now that you mention it, I always thought three kids was the perfect number..." Ashley beamed.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," Spencer nodded, leaning back into Ashley's strong frame and capturing her warm lips.
"Ready for another year without a cocktail, are you?" Ashley teased, her hand slipping up under Spencer's shirt to playfully stroke her stomach.
"Who said I wanted to get pregnant again?" Spencer teased back, kissing Ashley's jaw line and nibbling her earlobe. "You're not the only one who knows how to use a turkey baster, you know." Ashley's snort of incredulity was caught up short as Spencer's tongue found it's favorite spot behind her ear.
"Ohhhh...no fair...using your secret weapon..." Ashley moaned, her body arching up under Spencer's attentions.
"I just don't want you to miss out on something incredible, Ash...something I know you want to experience...let me take care of you for a while, huh? I promise it'll be amazing..." Spencer continued to tease Ashley with her tongue and nimble fingertips as she spoke softly to her, hands running all over her body. Ashley sighed in abject pleasure.
"Will you get up in the middle of the night to get me triple-chocolate-chunk ice cream?" She asked petulantly, giggling as Spencer's teeth grazed her throat.
"With whipped cream and a cherry," Spencer replied silkily, kissing the spot her teeth had just left. "Then I'll lick them off you."
"Hmm," Ashley sighed, her body supremely relaxed though they were still sprawled on the cold concrete, sirens and shouting everywhere around them. "I dunno, Spence, the whole daddy thing isn't as easy as you think...maybe we should go upstairs and practice?" There was a devilish gleam in Ashley's eyes as she stood and offered Spencer her hand.
"Definitely."
