Chapter 9

Ashley's POV

I wake up and hear noises coming from downstairs. I look at the clock and see that it is 3:27am. What the hell is going on? I grab the shirt and pants I wore last night and throw them on intent on finding out what is causing the ruckus. Before I do that though, I want to check in on Spencer. I want to know she is safe in bed so I can kill who or whatever is making all that noise without worrying about her safety.

I walk to the master bedroom and open the door slowly not wanting to wake her. I look into the room and I find that she isn't in her bed. I walk in and check the bathroom, she isn't in there, either. Where the hell is she? The noise is really pissing me off, so I decide to take care of that first.

I walk down the stairs careful to make as little noise as possible. I do not want to draw attention to myself. When I reach the bottom I spot Matt's baseball bat. I walk over to it figuring it could make for a decent weapon, if necessary.

I make my way towards the noise. It is coming from the living room. I head in that direction. When I get there I stand close to the wall and peek in not wanting to be seen. What I see takes a while to settle in. I see Spencer on the floor surrounded by a variety of alcoholic beverages. Then I look over to the source of the noise. It's the television. She has it on so loud! Doesn't she know it is 3:37am!?

She doesn't even drink that often and when she does it is in very small quantities because she can't hold it well. I walk over to her and can tell that she is not well. I look at the bottles to try to estimate how much she has drank.

From what I can tell, it looks like she drank some vodka, at least one beer, and some wine. Strange mix, I'd be surprised if she weren't sick. Normally she is done after 2 shots and maybe a bottle of beer on her best night, so this is not going to be pretty.

I put one arm behind her upper back, and my other arm under her legs. I lift and pick her up. I know I can't carry her upstairs, but at least I can get her on the couch and off the floor. Once I have placed her on the couch, I go to the kitchen and get the garbage can for when she does get sick. I also get a wet washcloth and place it on her forehead. I see her open her eyes.

"Ashley?" she asks after a minute of looking very confused.

"Yeah, Spencer. It's me. What happened here?" I ask.

She looks lost again. I see her struggling to remember as she puts her hand on her stomach. I guess someone has a tummy ache.

"After you went upstairs to bed I decided to have some wine. It started to feel good, so then I had vodka with cranberry juice, and I was feeling a little funny, but it was better than feeling helpless, so I continued by following it with a few beers. Then I guess I fell asleep and here we are" she explains to me.

"So, you are trying to drink away the pain? Come on Spencer you are way smarter than that" I tell her disappointed.

"I know. I'm sorry, but I'm so worried about the kids. I feel completely useless. And on top of it all, now I feel like shit, too" she says.

"Yeah I am not surprised. I brought the garbage can over in case you need it. Is the washcloth helping at all?" I ask.

"Thanks. I probably will, and yeah the washcloth is good. Ashley, what time is it?" she asks me.

"Almost 4am" I respond simply.

"Oh my God, Ashley I am so sorry! You don't have to stay down here. You can go back to sleep. I will be fine" she tells me.

"No, Spencer. Don't be ridiculous. Yeah you did wake me up, but since I am awake, I may as well stay with you to make sure you are okay. I don't remember you ever drinking this much. You are aware that you will be throwing up a lot tonight, right? And later you can look forward to a very nice hangover to remind you of the whole experience" I tell her so she knows what is coming. I am being a little bit of an ass, but its 4am and I wake up to find the woman I love has drank much more than she can handle, therefore, I am going to be a little grumpy, so please excuse me.

"Ugh…" she just groans in response.

"Look, why don't I make the pull out bed, and you can lie there. I'll take care of you. Don't move, I will be right back" I tell her on my way out of the room.

A minute or so later I re-enter the room with everything I need to make the pull out bed.

After I have finished I look over just in time to see Spencer vomit into the garbage. I hurry over to her side and begin to rub her back with one hand while holding her hair back with the other. Her body continues to reject everything she drank for another 2 hours on and off.

"Do you think I'm finally done?" she asks me.

"Yeah, I think you might finally be done, sweetheart. Why don't I lie you down in the bed and you can try to get some sleep. I'll change the garbage and put something next to the bed if you feel like you are going to again, but I think you should be good, now. I will be right back. Yell if you need anything" I tell her.

"Okay" she says sleepily.

I take the garbage and change it. I bring to her bedside a smaller garbage can from one of the downstairs bathrooms. I go into the kitchen and grab some water, and Tylenol. I put the water and Tylenol on the table next to her.

"Thank you" she says.

"No problem, Spence. Just don't ever do it again because seeing how sick you were really hurts! You know you can't fix your problems with alcohol, Spence. You should have just come to me. We could have talked about it if that would have kept you away from the alcohol" I tell her.

I see her eyes start to close, but she is fighting it. I tell her she is going to have to sleep it off. She shakes her head yes, and I tell her I am going upstairs, but I will be back in a minute and then she can go to sleep.

I go into the master bedroom and grab two sets of pajamas out of her drawer; one for each of us. I put one on while still upstairs and carry hers downstairs. I know she has a thing with people sleeping in their everyday clothes. It grosses her out. She says it's disgusting because all the germs and bacteria your clothes absorb throughout the day are then transferred into your bed.

I walk back downstairs to where I left her. She looks over to me and I ask her if she would like to change into the nightgown I brought her. She shakes her head yes. Then I ask her if she needs help. I get another yes.

I walk over to her and start with her shirt. I take it off and put it to the side. Then I move to her pants. I unbutton and unzip them tossing them to where I put the shirt leaving her in bra and panties. I reach for the nightgown on the bed when I see her start to struggle with something behind her.

"Spencer, what's the matter?" I ask.

"Bra" she responds.

Oh. I, of course know she sleeps without her bra, but I wasn't sure if I should take it off or not, so I just left it alone.

"Help me Ashley. I can't do it" she says continuing to struggle.

"Okay, stop before you pull a muscle or something" I tell her joking around. She giggles and it's super adorable. I can't help but place a gentle kiss to her forehead.

I reach behind her back and unclasp her bra. I remove it from her shoulders and toss it to where her shirt and pants are.

If you are keeping score, you know that Spencer is wearing nothing but her panties right now.

I find my eyes are fixated on her breasts. I internally scold myself, but my eyes do not care. They like what they see, and honestly I can't blame them. Her breasts are perfect; not too big, not too small. I take a minute to remember how perfectly they fit in my hands. Then, I remember how quickly her nipples would react to my touch.

Actually, her nipples are erect right now. I wonder if it's because of me or if it's because…

"…Ash, it's cold" she says snapping me out of my daze and giving me an answer.

"I know, sweetie. I'm sorry. Let's get you dressed."

I force my eyes away from her breasts. I take a deep breath. When I finally get myself together I grab her nightgown and put it over her head first. Then I pull it down over the rest of her body. I put the sheet and comforter back over her and ask her if she is okay.

"Yeah. Thanks, Ashley" she says tiredly.

"Anytime, hun" I say placing a kiss to her cheek.

I head over to the couch which is across from the pull out bed and try to get comfortable. Eventually, I get comfortable enough to fall asleep.

Spencer's POV

I begin to stir. Ugh. My head is killing me! I wake up on the pullout bed. What time is it? I turn over to look at the clock on the wall to find Ashley sleeping on the couch near me. I also realize it's 8am. What the heck happened last night?

Next I notice that I am wearing a night gown. I don't remember changing my clothes. Then I see my pants, shirt and bra on another couch nearby.

"Did Ashley change me?" I wonder whispering aloud to myself.

At first I am a bit embarrassed that she saw me naked, or nearly so, but the next feeling I get is the one that takes over.

You have to understand that Ashley is just so gorgeous and that is why the mere thought of having been near her naked last night is so arousing. Not to mention that I haven't had sex in over 5 months and with three kids there isn't much time to take care of myself since any of them can come running in at any time with a bad dream.

I start to feel my body reacting even more to my feelings of arousal. My vagina is starting to produce fluids and I feel a burning feeling down there-but a good one. I start to debate with myself because I know Ashley is right there and I don't want her waking me up finding me pleasing myself, but at the same time I am so horny, so much so that it has made me completely forget my headache and I don't want to have to run upstairs to do it. I want it now!

I feel a ping in my crotch and that has made the decision for me. I look over to make sure Ashley is still sound asleep. She is. Well, that is good because my right hand has already found its way between my legs. I grab hold of panties and move them down to my ankles. I can do it faster without any barriers and right now I need to do this before Ash awakes. I look over to her again and just looking at her is turning me on even more.

I spread my legs apart and start to rub myself. I want to do this quickly so I waste no time and just go straight to my clit. I still feel the juices escaping my entrance and I can feel the muscles starting to tighten in anticipation of what is to come. I continue rubbing myself and my breathing quickly starts to pick up. I look over to Ash and see that she is still sleeping, thank God. Luckily she has always been a pretty heavy sleeper, so she normally doesn't wake easily, but I am still going to try to keep it down. My clit is getting more and more sensitive the more I rub it, and the more sensitive it gets the more amazing it feels. I might have let out a small moan.

Ashley's POV

I have had possibly the worst sleep of my life on this couch. It's uncomfortable and I just can't seem to sleep tonight. Maybe it's the worrying and the stress giving me trouble.

I'm about to get up when I hear what sounds like a moan coming from the pullout bed where Spencer is.

Was that a moan? Is she…?...Nah, now I'm hearing things. I really am such a horndog, she's so right. I'm even imagining hearing her moan, now!

"Ahh."

Wow! Okay, I know that wasn't just my imagination! I look in her direction and see the comforter moving up and down in the area where Spencer's genitals are.

OMG! OMG! She's masturbating! And I'm right here in the same room as her. I can't believe she's this gutsy. She must have been sooo desperate. I bet she doesn't get much alone time with the kids around. I know I should say something. I mean I would be the biggest perv if I just laid here pretending to be asleep, while watching her pleasure herself, but at the same time it's so erotic to watch.

She moans again and I guess I am a pervert because I'm not saying anything.

I watch as her other hand moves down her body to accompany the first. Wow!

I hear her take in a deep breath and I know she has just put either one or two fingers deep inside herself. I feel myself start to react to what I'm witnessing, but I try to ignore it so I can keep watching without being distracted by it.

I look to her face and see that it is flushed. I look down her to where the action is and see that she's moving both hands more desperately. I can hear her breathing as it becomes more erratic, and though I can tell she is still trying to suppress her moans, they are still audible and rather frequent.

"Ahh…Yeah" I hear and it's so hot! God, she would kill me if she knew I were spying on her right now. I feel guilty, but with each moan the guilt becomes less and less.

She is really going at it! Desperately wanting to come. She is near climax now as both hands are going as fast as possible. One still rubbing her clit, the other moving in and out of her juicy center.

What I would give to be those fingers right now!

I hear a few more moans and then I hear something I definitely was NOT expecting to hear as she climaxes,

"Ahh…omg…Ashley!"

I'm taken aback. Did I just hear my name?! There is no way I just imagined that! Wait…So, was she fantasizing of me or some other Ashley?

I see her eyes are closed as the spasms move throughout her body. After a couple seconds I see her start to shift her head in my direction, so I quickly shut my eyes pretending to still be asleep.

"Damn, Davies. Even while in slumber you can give me the best orgasms!" I hear her say and I am astonished, but absolutely ecstatic because even after all these months, I'm still the one she thinks about in the most intimate of ways.

I hear her sigh and lay still. After a few minutes I decide it's safe to begin to wake up…well pretend. I start to move around a bit, and make a little sighing noise. I pretend to yawn still keeping my eyes closed and stretch out my arms. Slowly I begin to open my eyes to find her looking directly at me.

I start freaking out. OH NO, does she know? Did she catch me? But all she says is,

"Hey! Good morning, Ashley!" she says with a wide grin on her face.

Look at her acting all innocent like she didn't just come while saying my name. I play it cool.

"Hey. Good morning to you too, Spencer. How did you sleep?" I ask holding back a grin of my own.

"Not too bad, but I woke up with an awful headache! It seems to have gone away on it's own, but out of curiosity, what happened last night?" she asks.

I see her reaching down to her ankles pretending to have an itch. She must've forgotten how well I know her. I know she likes to masturbate without panties, so I know she just pulled her panties up. She thinks she's so sly. I go ahead and explain last night to her:

"Well, I guess you don't remember much. You see, when we got home you wanted to have a little wine. I was so exhausted, so I went to bed-in the spare bedroom, of course. 3:30-ish in the morning, I hear noises. So, I go downstairs to see what was causing the ruckus. I found you lying on the living room floor surrounded by alcohol. The television was the source of the noise. So, long story short I made the pull out bed and put you to bed in it. I know you don't like sleeping in clothes so I changed you after I had thrown some on myself. I wanted to sleep down here with you in case you got sick again" she explains.

"Wow.Gee, thanks Ash. That was so sweet of you. I guess I am very lucky that you still care enough about me to want to take care of me when I got myself drunk and then woke you up doing it" she says while hanging her head in shame. "I can't believe I was that stupid!" she exclaims.

"Spencer, look at me" I demand. I move towards her She moves toward me so we are both sitting on the bed facing each other.

I look deeply into her eyes and she's looking deeply into mine. I bring my hand to her face and caress her cheek with my thumb.

"I will always care about you, Spencer. You are the love of my life and I am yours even if you won't admit it…" I tell her.

We are interrupted by my cellphone.

"It's James! It's about fricken time! How long does it really take to identify fingerprints, huh? Should I put it on speakerphone?" I ask and she nods her head yes.

"James! It's about fricken time!"I yell at him...

Spencer's POV

Look, I am not happy he took so long either, but yelling at him isn't going to get us anywhere, so I motion to her to give me the phone and let me talk until she cools off.

She places the phone in my hand and sighs.

"Hi James. Sorry, but we're just anxious. Please tell us you have news" I say.

"Sorry for the delay, ladies. And there is no need to apologize. I completely understand. Unfortunately, the prints aren't as good as we had hoped. It is going to be a little while longer. As for the bear, it has nothing of use. The only DNA samples we found on it belong to the both of you, Becky, Matt and Lexie. I will keep you guys updated on the status of the prints" he says and I feel Ashley tense up. She is not happy and she is surely going to let him know it.

"James! You cannot tell me I am paying you as much as I am and we still have nothing! This is ridiculous! As for keeping us notified, that will no longer be necessary because you and the guys are fired!" she yells at the phone.

"Ashley" I whisper trying to get her attention.

"No, Spencer. I am sorry, but this has gotten ridiculous. Maybe he doesn't know that our children are missing. Maybe he missed that message, but this is serious. They could be hurt or something and we are wasting time on him and these other guys. I refuse to wait any longer on him. I'm sorry. We will figure something else out, but I am done with these good-for-nothing buffoons" she tells me.

I would argue, but I know Ashley. Her mind is made up. I trust her judgment when it comes to the safety of our kids. I know she has their best interest in mind. That's why I am positive that she has a Plan B.

"Okay, Ash. I trust you" I say nodding my head letting her know I'm on her side.

Ashley tells James goodbye and hangs up the phone.

"Good because then you already know I have a plan, don't you?" she asks.

"Yeah, I do."

"So, what is this Plan B and when can we begin to take action?" I ask anxiously.

She looks at me and smiles that mysterious Ashley Davies smile.

Oh shit. What have I gotten myself into? I know Ashley, and I know that smile. This is not going to be good.

"Please tell me we won't be doing anything illegal."

Her grin grows wider and that is all the answer I need.