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A/N:Thank you all for the wonderful reviews, I'm glad you all liked this story. Here's the last chapter, I hope you guys like it! Enjoy!
Warning: This chapter is Rated-M for sexual content. Read at own risk.
Chapter Four
Halloween night had come quickly, and Spencer was a little nervous. Not only did she have to come up with a costume, but she had to wear it in public with a party-full of people she'd never met. Ashley had a late class, so she was going to meet her there, and change in her friend's bathroom.
Spencer stood in her bedroom, looking at herself in the full-length mirror. She allowed her critical gaze to roam up and down her body: tight, black leather pants with black motorcycle boots. A black leather vest, with no shirt underneath, made Spencer want to cross her arms over her chest self-consciously. She left her hair down, letting it flow around her face and shoulders, running her fingers through it to give it a more wild, windblown look. The leather motorcycle jacket and black sunglasses would finish off the look.
She had struggled with what to dress up as, tossing the idea of not dressing up over and over again in her head, but she didn't want to disappoint Ashley. She had spoken with the few she called friends, and some had suggested going as something as simple as an M&M, which didn't sound right. But her friend, a noted actress, had actually flown into town, grabbed Spencer by the hand and drug her to shop for a "hot" costume.
Now, looking at herself, the writer wasn't so sure. Yes, she thought she was a fairly attractive woman, but never took compliments seriously from anyone. But, her friend had insisted that she was a knockout in the all-leather outfit, so, with a resigned sigh, Spencer had agreed.
"Biker chick," she blew out. "Okay. I guess I can be… tough, for a night."
Spencer glanced down at the piece of paper where she'd written the address Ashley had given her. Matching it with the house she was parked in front of, she turned off her car, and took a deep breath. Looking around, she didn't see Ashley's car among the gathered crowd. She knew it was ridiculous to wait for the brunette, so she decided to head on in.
The private home was jumping, music blaring out into the night whenever the front door was opened, along with laughter and loud conversation. Spencer made her way up the front walk, let into the house when a young man reached the door at the same time. She grinned, looking at his rendition of Jim Morrison for a costume.
"Great leathers," he said, but quickly disappeared once they were inside the house.
The furniture had all but been removed, leaving plenty of room for large, bulky costumes, or dancing. A lone couch was against the far wall, a couple sitting on it, seemingly in a deep conversation. A table was set up against the right-hand wall, bottles of various types of alcohol lined up, along with a cooler of ice, and large towers of plastic cups.
"Hi!" Papa Smurf said, a huge, blue grin on his face. "Welcome to my home and party.
"Uh, hi." Spencer smiled, amused by the outfit, seeing images of her childhood flash before her eyes. It took sheer willpower to not ask where Gargamel was. "I'm Spencer. A friend of Ashley's."
"Ah, yes," the Smurf grinned, charming dimples winking at her. "Well, if you see her, tell her to come see me."
"Okay. Will do."
"Get yourself a drink, Spencer!" the man said over his shoulder, then disappeared into the crowd of happy party-goers.
Blue eyes kept an eye out for her brunette friend as she poured herself some wine, nursing it mainly to give her hands something to hold onto rather than wanting anything to drink. Various people tried to talk to engage her in conversation, which she was fine with. She did, however, decline the dance invitations.
Ashley hopped across the street as she tugged her second boot on. Making sure the pants were tucked inside, she straightened and hurried out of the way of a passing car. Dressed like a motorcycle cop, replete with gold and blue helmet and fake gun holstered at her hip, she hurried into the house. She was later than she had intended to be, and hoped that Spencer was okay. She knew how shy the gorgeous blonde was, and also knew how crazy her friends could be.
Scanning the various faces- some familiar, others not, and others impossible to tell if it was man or woman because of the makeup or mask, Ashley sought out her friend. Heading into the game room, which was basically lit only by the light from the pinball machine, she spotted her. Spencer was the only person in the room, and was unmistakable. Ashley stopped dead in her tracks, her breath caught in her throat. She saw the long legs, heavily muscled from a daily running routine, encased in tight leather. Her ass was perfection, as were her shoulders, which were seen with the black leather vest. A black leather motorcycle jacket was placed on a nearby chair.
Ashley tried to bring much-needed air into her lungs, her heart racing, sex pulsing with sudden want and need. She knew she was attracted to the writer, on many levels, but she'd never had such a visceral reaction to her or anyone. Not even when she was about to have sex.
All thought flying out of her head, Ashley acted on pure instinct. She strode into the room quietly, stepping up to within an inch behind Spencer. She could feel the blonde's body heat radiating off her. "Freeze," she said, intending to be playful, but her voice came out husky. Her hands rested on Spencer's hips, pressing their bodies together. She felt the taller woman stiffen for a moment, then Spencer turned, looking down at the "policewoman" standing in front of her. She caught the twinkling brown eyes, so familiar to her, but tonight there was something else inside them. A heavy desire.
Without thinking, Spencer removed Ashley's motorcycle helmet, smiling faintly at the crazy brunette hair that appeared. She felt a firm touch at the back of her neck, and Ashley pulling her down until their lips met. The kiss was deep and passionate instantly, Ashley pushing the taller woman back against the pinball machine. One hand buried itself into thick, dark hair, the other grabbing a trim hip, pulling Spencer's body roughly against her own.
Spencer's body was on fire, her hands buried in short, brunette hair as her mouth was devoured. Somewhere inside her head warning bells were going off, but her body ignored them, the craving for Ashley too much.
"Hey, Ashley. Whoa!"
Spencer pulled away from the brunette, completely embarrassed as she saw Papa Smurf standing in the doorway to the room, eyes huge. Ashley turned, gracing the blue creature with a smile.
"Hey, Scott," she said, turning to the blonde, but was only in time to see Spencer hurry out of the room. Ashley tried to follow, but was held up by the push of people in the other room. By time she reached the street, there was only the distant sound of a car screeching around the corner.
"Shit." As she looked up into the black sky, she could feel the soft snow falling, wetting her face and tickling her lashes. "Shit!" she exclaimed louder, voice echoing into the night.
Spencer was shocked to find herself sitting behind the wheel of her car, speeding like a demon being chased through town. She wasn't entirely sure why she had run, but only knew that her heart was racing and she felt sick, and unbelievably turned on. "Fuck," she whispered, running a trembling hand through her hair, making it even wilder than it already was.
Stopping at a red traffic light, Spencer checked the rearview mirror, half surprised to not see Ashley's car pull up behind her. Turning her attention back to the road, she sighed. Her emotions were in a tangle: did she feel stupid and embarrassed for overreacting? Did she feel frightened and totally uncomfortable with what had just happened? Was she more aroused than she'd ever been in her life? Did she want to cry or die?
The light turned green, and Spencer got her car moving again, slowly making a zigzag route home. she couldn't wait to get out of the unfamiliar leathers, wanting nothing more than to curl up in flannel pants and a t-shirt and write. That she was familiar with, that she knew, and that she knew would not hurt her. Spencer's attention was brought to her cell, which was tucked into the console of her car. She didn't answer it. After a moment, the ring tone stopped, only to be exchanged with the honking of an incoming text message.
One eye on the roads, which were becoming slick, she grabbed the phone and flipped it open.
R u OK?
Spencer wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that, so she tucked the phone back into the console and continued home. As she pulled into the driveway, then the garage, another text message came in.
I'm not going 2 bother u, but I am sorry. Don't know what got into me. Please at least let me know you're OK.
Spencer sighed again, sitting in her garage, she responded:
I'm fine. Need 2 think.
With that, she shut her phone off and headed inside. She quickly changed into the flannel pants and t-shirt she was fantasizing about and built a fire. Sitting on the couch in front of it, Spencer curled her legs under her and stared into the flames. She could see Ashley's brown eyes, and she shut her own- she didn't want to see any part of Ashley right now. She needed to reconcile what had happened that night with her thoughts of their friendship.
In doing so, her mind felt it had free reign to return to their kiss. Nothing had ever affected Spencer quite like it. Yes, it was physically pleasing, and yes, it was certainly physically arousing. But there was more to it than that. She had felt it at a level that she thought was long gone after Kathryn. Certainly long dead.
Spencer popped up from the couch, feeling antsy and restless. She wanted to talk to Ashley, find out why the brunette had kissed her. She needed Ashley to understand that her heart just couldn't take it. Not now, not ever. When the relationship with Kathryn had ended, Spencer's own self-identity had ended right along with it. She had been shattered, and as she had put the pieces back together again the next year and a half, she had realized they hadn't fit anymore, and Spencer had emerged as a very different person. Carmen aside, Spencer had grown into a stronger person, more focussed on her career, and knowing that nothing could ever break her like Kathryn had.
Her deep fears where Ashley was concerned was that she felt in her heart of hearts that the brunette had that ability. She could be able to reach inside Spencer and find a niche inside her heart, and potentially destroy her. Spencer could never, ever give anyone that kind of possession again.
But on the other side of that very grim token, Spencer had the distinct feeling that Ashley could give her strength like no one had, either. She felt, even in their very short acquaintance, that Ashley could provide a source of strength that would cement all the work Spencer had done on herself. But how was that possible? She'd met the brunette a handful of times, and had spoken with her via phone and text message only a few times more than that. Spencer was a writer, a storyteller, one whose livelihood was based off creating fantasy. Even still, her creative mind couldn't reconcile with that true "happily ever after", especially when it was after no more than a handful of weeks.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered, pacing in front of the fireplace. "It doesn't work that way." Her musings were stopped by a knock on the door. A glance at the clock told her it was too later for trick-or-treaters, and she had her porch light off, anyway. Sighing heavily, Spencer walked over to the door and unlocked it before pulling it open. To her not-so-surprise, Ashley stood on the stood, changed into jeans and a heavy winter coat. The brunette's eyes were red-rimmed, which took Spencer by surprise.
"Listen, I know you said you needed some time, but I had to come over," the brunette said, her voice thick from emotions. She glanced past the blonde. "Can I come in for two seconds? It's really cold out here."
Nodding dumbly, Spencer stepped aside, allowing the smaller woman in. Ashley quickly stepped over to the mat so her snow-covered boots wouldn't touch the carpet. Spencer closed the front door and stood back, arms crossed over her chest, waiting.
Ashley unzipped her coat, but made no move to stay. She ran a hand through her hair, which was slightly damp from the falling snow. After standing there awkwardly for a minute, Spencer spoke. "Take your coat off. I'll make some coffee."
Relived, Ashley did as she was asked, keeping here eyes off the retreating form as she untied her boots and slipped her feet out of them. She hung her coat on the rack near the door, shivering slightly as she headed toward the kitchen.
"Could you get me the cream from the fridge?" Spencer asked, her back still to her uninvited guest.
"Sure." Ashley did as asked, placing the dairy container on the counter next to Spencer. They stood silently for a moment as the coffee brewed until finally Ashley spoke. "I'm really sorry, Spencer. I'm not exactly sure what happened. Well, why, anyway. It just did."
Spencer was quiet for a moment, then turned to face the brunette. She looked down at her hand, which rested on the countertop, unable to meet Ashley's eyes. "You don't need to apologize. It's not that you did anything wrong, exactly. I… It scared me."
"Why?" Ashley took a careful step closer.
Why indeed. Spencer sighed then met Ashley's gaze. "I'm not very good at this relationship thing, Ashley."
The defeat in the blonde's voice hurt Ashley's heart. "Why do you say that? It sounds to me like others have made that decision for you." She stepped yet closer, not even fully realizing what she was doing. She was so damn drawn to Spencer. Her voice softened. "I'm sorry that I scared you, Spencer, but I cannot apologize for kissing you. No, I didn't mean for it to happen, but I will never be sorry that it did."
Spencer could feel her heart begin to pound madly in her chest. As she looked into the deep, soul-reading eyes of Ashley, she felt herself become lost. Suddenly she began to speak, though she hadn't realized she'd opened her mouth. "Since the first day I met you," she said, her voice not much more than a whisper, "I've felt drawn to you. I didn't want to- fought it, in fact. My heart cannot take anymore disappointments, Ashley." She reached a hand out, gently brushing her fingertips against the softness that was the brunette's cheek. Brown eyes closed as Ashley leaned into the touch.
"I don't want to hurt you, Spencer," Ashley said softly. "I want to keep you safe. Make you happy." When her eyes opened, Spencer was surprised to see the level of emotion and adoration in them. She took hold of the blonde's hands, running her thumb along the backs of her fingers before laying a soft kiss on them. "I feel so much when I'm with you. I feel so… whole."
Spencer knew her defenses were crumbling. In truth, she never had any defenses against Ashley, who had entered her personal space upon their very first meeting. A woman whom Spencer had shared her heart with, in the images upon the screen of her films. A woman who Spencer wanted to share so much more with. Swallowing hard, she met Ashley's gaze. "Please don't hurt me."
Ashley shook her head, taking that final step to make the space between them disappear. "No."
Reaching up, she cupped Spencer's cheek, gently bringing the taller woman down until their lips met. Spencer sighed into the kiss, pushing all her fear to the back of her mind to study another day. Right now she knew, more than she knew her own name, that she wanted Ashley- wanted her in her life, wanted her in her heart, wanted her in her bed.
Spencer grasped Ashley's face, pulling her in deeper, parting the brunette's lips with her tongue. She felt a surge of passion like nothing she'd ever felt. Ashley's arms snaked up around her neck, pulling their bodies even closer, her fingers buying themselves in Spencer's hair.
Breathless, Spencer pulled away, resting her forehead against Ashley's. "Will you come upstairs with me?" she asked, trying to get her heart rate under control. She felt Ashley's nod, the brunette's breaths coming in heavy puffs of air.
The short trek up the stairs and into Spencer's bedroom was done in silence, one simply leading the other by the hand. Once they reached the darkened room, Spencer stopped, turning to face her soon-to-be lover. She placed a soft kiss on Ashley's forehead, then traveled deeper into the room, switching on a bedside lamp, which sent buttery light painting everything.
Ashley didn't bother taking in the room around her. She only had eyes for Spencer. She met the blonde halfway across the room, her hands coming up to rest on Spencer's upper chest.
Looking deeply into her eyes, she needed to make sure this was what the writer wanted. Guilt or regret later would not do. In the swirling oceanic depths, she only saw desire.
Without a word, Ashley reached the hem of Spencer's shirt, feeling the skin beneath graze her fingers as she lifted, nearly burning to the touch. As the cotton cleared Spencer's head, Ashley's gaze laid a fiery trail over Spencer's bare breasts and smooth skin.
Spencer shook her hair free of the garment, then she watched as Ashley took in her body, chiseled from hours of hard work and care. "You are so beautiful, Spencer." Ashley's fingers grazed along the flat, hard planes of the blonde's stomach, watching in fascination as the muscles beneath trembled. Her hands fanned out, palms flat against the hot flesh, moving up until they covered the firm breasts.
Spencer closed her eyes, her breaths coming in uneven gasps as her rigid nipples snuggled against the warmth of Ashley's hands, which began to squeeze and message her. Blindly, Spencer's fingers began to tug at the brunette's clothing, needing desperately to feel the warmth of her skin.
Ashley quickly lost her shirt, then felt trembling fingers on the buttons of her jeans. She watched as the buttons were pulled free, then warm hands tucked into the open, loosened Levi's, pushing the denim down over her hips until they fell down her legs. Stepping out of them, Ashley rested her hands on Spencer's naked waist for support.
Standing in nothing more than panties, bra and socks, Ashley looked up into Spencer's eyes, looking for approval. The blue eyes scanned her body, a fire burning within. Ashley's own eyes took in Spencer's flannel pants and socks, and quickly worked to remove them, taking the blonde's panties with them.
Kneeling before the writer, Ashley quietly asked her to lift one foot at a time, removing the socks as she did. Rising, Ashley's eyes never left Spencer's as she reached behind herself, unsnapping her bra and letting the garment fall to the floor. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, but was stopped with a soft touch to her wrist.
"Let me," Spencer said softly. She stepped closer, their breasts brushing against one another, making both shiver, as Spencer lightly grasped Ashley's hips. She pushed against the garment, the fabric easily giving way. Spencer lowered herself as the panties fell until finally she was on her knees. Ashley stepped out of the garment, kicking the saturated silk aside. Spencer's hands slid up along muscular thighs, soft and smooth. She closed her eyes, placing a kiss on the taut belly, inhaling Ashley's scent as she did. She moaned at the hot arousal that met her nose.
Ashley sighed, head falling back as her eyes closed. She ran her fingers through Spencer's hair. The blonde's hot breath sent shivers through her body. The kiss to her stomach led to another, further down, and wetter. A fiery tongue shot out and traced her navel before moving up along the line of her abdomen, between her breasts, and finally covering her own mouth. Ashley held her tight, moaning at the feel of their bodies pressed together.
Spencer broke the kiss just long enough to pull Ashley back to the bed with her, the brunette falling atop her as their lips met again. Ashley wanted nothing more than to devour the woman beneath her, but decided to take it slow. She wanted to explore and please Spencer. Show her with her mouth, hands and body what she was too afraid to say.
Spencer sighed, her hands running down Ashley's back as the brunette broke their kiss, her hot mouth covering the writer's throat, nipping and sucking. Ashley hummed softly against Spencer's skin, her hand cupping one of her breasts, delighting in the taste and responsiveness of the turgid nipple, which she flicked her tongue over. Finally she sucked it inside her mouth, sucking rhythmically.
Spencer was lost in a haze of sensation, her legs opening for the brunette's lithe body to fit between them, groaning as her hot center pressed against a firm stomach. She groaned as Ashley continued her journey south, her mouth leading the way. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as hot breath brushed across the neatly trimmed curls between her legs. She felt her thighs pushed open wider, lips and tongue dancing across her inner thighs, trailing to the bend of her legs.
Ashley moaned at the first taste of the writer, her tongue slicing through the thick, wet heat, finding the spot where Spencer needed her the most. She felt a hand in her hair, guiding her gently, allowing the brunette to lead this dance. Ashley licked in soft, even strokes, meant to ignite. By the gentle bucking of Spencer's hips, she figured it was working its magic.
Spencer could barely breathe, Ashley's tongue quickening its pace against her sex. She groaned loud and deep in her chest, a fiery ball of pleasure building within her belly, threatening to ignite the entire room into a fiery passion. When Ashley entered her with two fingers, she lost any hope of control over her own body, and was thrown over the edge with a breathless cry, her fingers grabbing a handful of brunette hair as she released.
Humming in satisfied pleasure, Ashley kissed her way back up Spencer's body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way, until she reached the blonde's mouth. The kiss they shared was deep, and filled with still-unquenched passion.
Ashley cried out in surprise when she found herself flat on her back, and ravenous Spencer above her. "I want to make you come so hard," the brunette murmured against the skin of her neck. Ashley groaned, arms wrapping around her lover's neck. She was nearly on overload as Spencer's tongue was everywhere- her neck, her upper chest, tracing her collarbones, and then finally on one of her breasts.
"Oh god, Spencer," she whimpered as one of the blonde's hands slid down her body, and between her legs. Ashley couldn't remember ever being so wet- her desire had completely coated the insides of her thighs, and was slipping down onto the sheets below her body.
Spencer felt like she had left her body, leaving a wanton being behind. She wanted to feel Ashley's body convulse at her touch, wanted to see Ashley explode with pleasure. Her fingers slid into the lava that was the brunette's sex, quickly finding her hardened clit. There was no need to coat it with Ashley's juices, as her fingers were immersed immediately, as was every part of Ashley's sex.
"God, you are so wet," she whispered into the brunette's mouth, taking her in a long, deep kiss. She cringed slightly as she felt blunt fingernails dig into her bicep as her fingers began to work, rolling the hard nub before finding Ashley's entrance. She didn't wait for permission as she slid inside with two fingers. Ashley groaned at the invasion, her hips rising to meet Spencer's touch.
Ashley felt dizzy from her need. She brought a hand up to entwine with Spencer's hair, drawing the taller woman in for a bruising kiss that left them both breathless. As Spencer's fingers worked inside her, she began to breathe harder, breaking the kiss for need of air.
"Oh, god," she whimpered, her head falling to the side. She cried out again as a hot mouth latched onto her other breast, and the hard sucking motion soon matched the rhythm of Spencer's fingers. Ashley knew there was no way she'd last long.
Spencer quickened her pace, hearing the need in Ashley's voice. She pulled away from the brunette's breast, the nipple popping out of her mouth with a wet sound, and watched Ashley's face. Her eyes were closed, head arching back as a loud cry was ripped from her throat, thighs slamming closed around Spencer's arm.
Ashley felt strong arms hold her tight as her body suffered multiple aftershocks, her thoughts fuzzy and scattered. She responded as best she could to the soft kisses peppered over her lips. Finally she was settled into a warm embrace, Spencer's body curled around her own.
Spencer closed her eyes, savouring the moment as she held Ashley, never wanting to let the brunette go. "We have a lot of talking to do," she said softly, "but I don't want to lose you."
Ashley sighed in utter exhausted contentment. "You won't. And we will." She sighed happily, eyes drooping closed. "Tomorrow."
The End
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