Hey guys, thank you again for all the reviews. I really enjoy writing this story a lot ! I decided to change from writing in first person, to writing in third. It's easier to include other POVs other than just Ashley's! So… yeah! Here's chapter four, enjoyyy!
All I Need
Chapter Four
Spencer had finally arrived at Ashley's apartment, when she knocked on the door; it was immediately answered by a little girl that looked identical to Ashley. Spencer smiled and waved at the little girl and grinned as her mother came up behind her.
"Hey Spencer, come on in." Ashley said holding the door open for the blonde. Spencer followed instructions and entered the townhouse.
"This is a nice place." Spencer stated while looking around. Off in the distance in the kitchen she saw a little boy, one that looked quite similar to the little girl that opened the door.
"Thanks, it's my dad's rental. Well, it used to be." Ashley smiled as she picked Brooklyn up off the ground. "Spencer, this is Brooklyn and the little rascal over at the table is Benjamin."
"Nice to meet you both." Spencer smiled.
"Miss Spencer? Do you wanna play dress up with me?" Brooklyn smiled as she pulled the plastic tiara that sat on her head off and attempted to give it to Spencer.
"I wish! I have to study with your momma though."
"Okay." Brooklyn got down from her mother's arms and ran upstairs to play with her dolls.
"She's adorable." Spencer commented as the little girl climbed the stairs to her room.
"Thanks, don't let her hear you say that though. It gets to her head. Takes after her father like that." Ashley commented as she grabbed her book off the coffee table and opened it to the chapter that their upcoming test was on.
Spencer settled into the couch cushions, pulling out her history book as well. Ashley looked over at the blonde and instantly got turned on with the black rim glasses that sat atop Spencer's nose.
"Damn." Ashley whispered to herself. When Spencer asked if there was anything wrong Ashley just shook her head. The duo had been reading over the material and quizzing each other for about forty-five minutes when Brooklyn came down the stairs. She saw her mom and Spencer sitting close, almost too close.
"Miss Spencer?" Brooklyn asked as she stood at the bottom of the staircase.
"Yes Miss Brooklyn." Spence smiled back.
"Do you like girls?" The three year old bluntly asked. Spencer seemed to choke back a little bit and Ashley's brown eyes widened to the size of watermelons.
"Excuse me?" Spencer asked in shock. Ashley would have stepped in but she wanted to know the answer to the question her daughter had asked.
"Well, my momma likes girls, but Miss Chelsea likes boys. Not just like as friends but likelike. Do you like girls like my momma, or boys like Miss Chelsea?" Bed explained from the table, not looking up from his picture that he was coloring.
"Uhmm…" Spencer hesitated. She didn't want to lie to the little kids, but she didn't want to play dumb in front of Ashley. She kind of got the crush vibe from Ashley when they first met. I mean the girl was gorgeous. Brooklyn playfully stuck a hand on her hip and began to tap her foot. Ashley could tell that Spencer was getting a little uncomfortable.
"Sweetie, it's not polite to ask people questions like that." The brunette said as she rushed her mini-me up the stairs to finish playing so that she and the blonde could finish studying.
"Sorry, she's just curious. She doesn't get the whole idea yet. It's hard to comprehend for me even!" Ashley explained.
"No problem.." Spencer hesitated and then got the courage to ask: "If you don't mind my asking.. if you like girls, how did you.. with them… and their dad?"
Ashley laughed and set her book in her lap, "It was before I really understood my feelings. Their dad was the first and only guy I'd been with. It happened and he bolted. When he found out I was a lesbian he swore them off even more." She explained as Spencer nodded, trying to take all the information in.
"So, are you going to answer Brooklyn's question?" Ashley prodded. The other girl shrugged and nodded.
"Yeah, I do like girls… I think. I guess you could call me a late bloomer. I came out to LA to get away from my family and the Ohio small town influence on the matter. I had a relationship-thing with a girl from my high school last year. We graduated together and went to OU together. She was my roommate and we tried things and were in a secret fling." Spencer didn't know where the hell this word vomit was coming from. She was never really this open with other people around her. Ashley took the information in and nodded.
"Cool. I totally understand. My first girlfriend wasn't until I was nineteen. I had these suckers and they were about two years old. I met the girl in the grocery store and I was struggling holding both of them while trying to shop because neither of them wanted to be in the cart – go figure- and Stacy helped me carry them around. To repay her I asked her out to dinner and we started dating from there. She was sweet, but one of the twins called her "momma" and she got overwhelmed and left. Just like Aiden did."
"Aiden?" Spencer asked, a little lost and out of the loop.
"Their dad." Ashley stated as she looked down at her books. She didn't like that the twins didn't have a steady father figure in their lives. Raife did a great job when he was around but he was on tour a lot and wasn't always around like a father should be.
"How did your parents take the news of you coming out? Have you?" Ashley asked. There wasn't tension in the room concerning this topic. If there was she wouldn't be digging this deep to ask.
"My dad took it okay. He's a social worker here in LA, my parents divorced when I was nine and my dad moved out here for the urban social work. He's the reason I chose UCLA. But he is totally supportive and accepts my lifestyle. My mom, on the other hand, threw a bitch fit. She threw my girlfriend out, by the hair, when she found us in bed together. It was not a pretty scene. But she's slowly coming around. I think she thinks that if she avoids it for a certain amount of time, it'll just go away." Spencer smiled as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, exposing a tattoo that Ashley saw.
"You tatted up?" Ashley asked, looking around the girl to get a better view of the tattoo.
"Yeah, it's a dream catcher. My ex and I both have them. Dumb idea but I told myself that if I look back fifteen years from now and feel the way I did then when I see it, I'll be okay."
"Nice, I have a few too." Ashley lifted her shirt up to expose the side of her rib cage. There were the written words 'palma non sine pulvere' in black ink.
"What does it mean?" Spencer asked.
"No reward without effort. It's in Latin." Ashley smiled, she turned around and showed Spencer her tramp stamp that she had gotten stupidly when she turned sixteen. Whilst turning back around, the brunette glanced at the clock.
"I need to get the twins bathed and in bed, it should only take me about fifteen minutes. If you want to study after you can hang out down here." She smiled.
"Do you want help?" Spencer offered.
"Sure?" Ashley accepted and gathered Bed from downstairs and Brooklyn from her bedroom. The two adults cleaned the twins and got them into bed in record time. The kids didn't fuss because Spencer was there, which Ashley appreciated. Once they got the two kids asleep, they made their way back downstairs. Ashley walked to the fridge and pulled out a Michelob Ultra. "Do you want anything?" She offered. Ashley didn't work on Thursdays, therefore she didn't mind drinking and/or how late Spencer stayed over.
"Sure, I'll take one." Spencer smiled. She cracked open the bottle and offered a toast.
"To this stupid history test… and getting to know each other." She smiled as her and the woman next to her clinked bottles and drank.
"Let's get cracking." Ashley smiled as they moved back to the couch and began quizzing each other on the 3/5ths vote and the Jackson presidency.
Another hour or so had past, the girls had each downed about three bottles each and they were feeling pretty good. Ashley scooted closer to Spencer to "look at her notes" but she smelled the blonde's coconut shampoo and scented body spray. The clock on the wall read '9:55' and Ashley was getting pretty tired. She closed her book and grabbed the remote.
"I can't study anymore." She announced as she flipped through the movie channels.
"Me neither, I should probably get going." Spencer decided as she followed suit and closed her book.
"Nuh-uh." Ashley insisted. "You downed three, almost four, beers in an hour. There is no way you're leaving now."
"Ash, I have school and work tomorrow." Spencer argued.
"I don't care. Watch a movie with me and then you can go." Ashley roped her in. Spencer agreed and they settled down, water bottles in hand and began to watch 'The Patriot' with Mel Gibson, before he went insane.
"I've never seen this movie." Spencer told Ashley as she pulled a blanket over her legs.
"It's good." Ashley shushed as the movie began, little did Spencer know that it was a four hour movie.
About forty five minutes into it, Ashley was beginning to feel a little adventurous. She moved closer to Spencer, claiming she was cold so they could share the blanket and she leaned in to the blonde's shoulder, resting her brown head of curls on it.
"Spencer." Ashley whispered, making the blonde look over at her in question.
"Yea-." Spencer was cut off by the brunette's lips hungrily attacking hers. Spencer's first instinct was to fight and push the girl off, but Ashley's lips were welcoming and sweet. The kiss was soft, yet forceful enough to continue it. Spencer pushed onto Ashley's lips, which separated, allowing Spencer's tongue begin to explore. There was a soft moan from Ashley as the other girls tongue massaged her own. The two eventually tore apart and Ashley smiled, as did Spencer.
"That was nice." Ashley stated. All Spencer could do was nod and smile in agreement. The two turned back to the movie, Ashley intertwined her fingers with the blondes and smiled a subtle smile onto her pink lips.
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