(Warning: graphic sexual content)

The next morning, Carter woke up to find herself alone in Spencer's bed. She sat up, using the comforter to cover her body. She listened and could hear Spencer fiddling around in the kitchen. She slid out from under the covers and went to the bathroom to clean up. After brushing her teeth and pulling her hair up into a messy bun, she slipped into one of Spencer's t-shirts and exited the bathroom.

She walked toward the kitchen and saw Spencer standing with his back to her. He was by the stove cooking something. She walked in and slipped her arms around his waist, startling him a bit.

"That smells good," she said.

Spencer turned around in her arms to face her. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"Good morning, I didn't wake you, did I?' he asked.

"No," she grinned.

"What are you making?" she asked trying to peer around him.

"Eggs, hash browns, waffles, and bacon," he said.

"Wow, you are going all out," she said, impressed.

"It's the least I could do. An apology doesn't seem sufficient," he said with guilt in his eyes.

"Baby, you don't have to apologize," Carter started.

"No, I do. The way I acted was out of line. I should have never treated you that way and to throw that book last night … I'm …" he said shaking his head angrily.

"Spencer, you're right. You shouldn't have thrown that book, but I understand why you did it. I mean you didn't throw it at me or anything and I know how badly you're hurting from your loss. I pushed you when you asked me to stop.

I will never make you talk about it unless you want to. Just promise that you won't let it destroy your life or eat you up inside," she said running the back of her hand across his cheek.

He nodded and kissed her hand.

"Now, turn around and check on your breakfast, because I think your eggs are burning," she said backing away.

"Damn it," he said turning to blackened eggs.

He picked up the pan and tossed it into the sink. He moved back to the hash browns and moved them off the burner. Next, he turned off the waffle maker.

"You distracted me from the perfect breakfast," he said, pouting.

"I'm sorry," she sympathy frowned.

"You should be. You were about to be blown away by my culinary skills," he said teasingly.

"Oh, really? That sure of yourself, huh? Mr. Gordan Ramsay, himself?" she joked as she played with his shirt.

"I don't know who that is, but now we'll never know," he shrugged making her giggle.

"Awe, well how can I make it up to you?" she said seductively.

"You can't. The day is ruined," he joked.

"Are you sure?" she said running her hand under his shirt and up his chest.

She could feel his excitement through his pajama pants. He reached down to pull her against his body. When he grabbed her butt, he stopped in surprise.

"Oh, sans panties? What are you trying to do to me?" he said.

"What do you want me to do to you?" she said slipping her hand down his pants.

His eyes shut and he leaned against the counter as her hand wrapped around his erection.

"I'm supposed to be making things up to you," he breathed out.

"Well, then make it up to me," she purred.

With that, Spencer pulled her hand out of his pants, lifted her off the ground, and carried her to the bedroom. When he dropped her onto the bed, he quickly slid out of his pants. Climbing on top of her, he attacked her mouth as he pressed against her entrance. He was too aroused for foreplay.

He slid his shirt up over her breasts and began to suck on them. Carter squirmed underneath of him, her hands clutching at the pillow under her head. He made his way back up to her lips before reaching between them to line himself up with her entrance.

He teased her gently with his dick as he slid it up and down her wet folds, thoroughly lubricating himself. When he brushed her clit, she moaned out loud. Their eyes connected and they stared lovingly and longingly at one another.

Suddenly, he pushed into her. Carter arched off the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist. Spencer pressed his lips against hers briefly, before pulling back to stare into her eyes again.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

Carter pressed her mouth to his hungrily. Their tongues fighting furiously as Spencer began to move inside of her. They broke apart to catch their breath, but neither breaking eye contact. Spencer took one of Carter's hands from around his neck and stretched it out so their fingers could intertwine.

"I love you," Carter said giving him a quick kiss.

Spencer began to thrust harder and faster into her. The sound of the bed squeaking, the slapping of their skin against skin, and Carter's moans of pleasure were all that could be heard. As he felt himself nearing the end, he unclasped their hand and put it between them.

He began to rub her clit in time with his thrusting. Carter grabbed the sheets beneath her and wiggled under him.

"Oh, fuck, Spence," she whimpered as the intensity took over her body.

"You are so beautiful. God, you are so fucking beautiful," he said as he adjusted his position.

"Yes, baby, right there! Oh, fuuuuuuuccccckkkkk," she squealed.

Spencer continued to pound into her, trying desperately to hold out for her orgasm. Suddenly, Carter seized below him and let out a part gasp, part cry. He felt her muscles squeeze his dick, throwing him over the edge.

He groaned in ecstasy as he rode out his orgasm. Her body milking his cock of all its' remaining seed. His eyes temporarily blinded by a white light. He dropped on top of her as the two of them tried to catch their breath.

When Spencer came out of his orgasmic state, he rolled next to Carter pulling her close to his body. He kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her lips.

"You are amazing," he said before kissing her again.

"Spencer, that was the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had. I've never felt something so incredible, so intense, and so … connected. I don't think I've ever felt closer to you," she said as she ran her hand through his messy hair.

"I felt it too, love," he said softly.

"You know what I think?" she said as a smile played at her lips.

"What's that?"

"I think that was our souls connecting. Spencer, you are my soul mate," she said as tears filled her eyes. "We found each other."

Spencer felt himself well up too. He swallowed hard before leaning forward to kiss her. They stayed that way the remainder of the day. Tangled together as one.