Disclaimer: I can't believe the news that I received today. I was talking to Chessapher for whatever reason when my pocket began to vibrate. I had gotten a text reminder! Know what it said? "A, I don't know why I have to keep repeating myself with this. YOU NEED TO STOP CLAIMING THE SHOW IS YOURS." It wasn't signed, but I'm glad that the creator fears me enough to stay hidden...
(dedicated to the fantastique fan Ohsoclever1, who is not only the #1 reviewer, but is also a fan of disclaimers. ;D Always for you)
A/N: Honestly, you don't know how much I have to kick myself in the ass to get these updates up and posted. It's quite hilarious, trust me. Oooh, like the time that she..., Why don't you go back to being the cold, silent, stoic one, Frankie, love? I'd rather not. Your quite boring without me. Am not! Can you just go back to the kitchen now where you belong? -flips table- THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOUR FRANK! -stuffs Frank in the cereal box of death- Anyway, sorry about that. He's been a bit crass lately. A pain in the ass to be quite... er... frank. AnyWAY, so, updates. Yeah, woo! I also do feel like apologising for any, er, profanities? I've a sailors mouth in real life , and it tends to... well then. Also, like, omg is that a bug on the screen?
The mangled and twisted metal of the ruined car laid on the side of the road, pushed to the side from the force of the crash. It was actually two cars, the yellow of the taxi barely noticeable from this side of the street. It smoked lightly from the hood, and glass littered the black of the asphalt, shining like ice or snow. Just inside, you could see a mess of brunette hair, my hair, resting against the expanded air bag. I brushed a curl back behind mu ear, staring at the wreckage, forever stuck on that road.
Movement to the right of my drew my attention away from the mess to the blonde standing next to me, fag in hand, apparently unfettered by the rain. She smirked, fag delicately hanging from two fingers. She let the smoke trail from her nostrils, twisting and turning around raindrops. She turned her head slowly to me, red painted lips curling into a confident smirk.
"It's your fault, babe. You were driving. Though that's not what you tell yourself, right?" She chuckled softly to herself and took a light drag. "You killed me babe, and you know it."
I shook my head, staring at her wet blonde hair. "No I didn't. It was the taxi driver. He was going too fast." I corrected, moving in front of her. She tapped the fag, ash floating down and landing on my bare foot. It burned slightly before being washed away from a raindrop.
"You should have known not to turn so quickly, especially in the rain. Should have known about hydroplaning, known that if you had only paused, he would have passed easily by, and we would have survived. We would have lived. We would not be here." She flicked the fag toward the crash, landing in a puddle nearby.
The puddle caught aflame, burning its way to the wreck where our bodies sat within the tangle of metal and synthetic material. I turned to face my fiancé, shock spread across my face.
"That's not true! It wasn't..." She stopped me, grabbing me by my arms and pulling me in close to her.
"Yes! And you know it! You've known the second that you woke up in that hospital that once again, Ashley, you have fucked up, and you have fucked up pretty badly this time. You've killed me, the woman that you would die for. That you should have died for." Her blue eyes darkened, her breath coming out, smokey, in quick pants. I struggled to free myself, already feeling tears sting in my eyes.
"You will never be able to live without me. Function without me. You'll never stop loving me, fearing me. That new blonde? You would never be with her. Love from death. Right Ashley, love? Even in death, our love goes on. I've got my hold on you, and I'm never going to set you free. You made a promise. Ad Amor ex mors, lover.." She pulled me in closer and kissed me fiercely, biting my lip sharply until I tasted my blood on my own lips. She licked hers clean and dove back in, forcing her tongue in my mouth and instantly taking control. Her hand travelled south, searching for the spot that would make me scream her name and mark me as hers. Make me scream as she branded my neck with her teeth, ravaging the soft skin, taking me as hers. She muffled my scream with her mouth, hand back up grabbing my hands.
"You are always going to be mine, Ashley Davies. Always."
I woke up screaming, lying on the floor, wrapped in the soft white sheet from the bed. I was burning everywhere, still feeling the hands of Ari all over my body. I began to feel overwhelmingly hot, the blanket wrapped around me had to get off me that second. I scrambled through the white folds trying to find the end to rip the infernal thing off.
Rustling from the bed made me freeze from trying to set myself free. A blonde head poked out over the edge, and I felt myself start trembling. Ari was here somehow brought back from the dead, here to punish me for the traitorous thoughts about Spencer.
Spencer, seeing me trembling, turned worried, mistaking my shivering to one of coldness. She scrambled down, dressed in a pair of my own boxers and Fallout Boy tee, and held onto me from behind. Suddenly, I was all too aware of my own nakedness beneath the thin white fabric.
She made a hushing noise and tightened her grip with one arm, the other touching my forehead gently with the back of her palm. She made a noise of disapproval and stood up. "Fever's still up. I'll be right back with some medicine." She left the room and left me sitting in my pile of sheets, still stunned by my dream. Ari was still dead, and it was only Spencer.
Wait, Spencer?
I carefully extracted myself from the sheet, standing up slowly. Tendons popped as my stiff muscles stretched, and a shiver of cold shot up my spine. I stepped out from the sheets and walked almost painfully out of the bedroom, where Spencer was poking through a cabinet, searching for Tylenol.
I cleared my throat and she turned her head, giving me a small smile. "Medicines in the bathroom." I said, walking into the small bathroom. I opened the mirror and pulled out a small bottle, opening it with slender fingers. I popped two into my palm, dropping them into a dry mouth. Spencer walked in and handed me a small cup of water. I drained it, swallowing the pills almost painfully.
Spencer took my hand and lead me back to the bed, covering me with the duvet, lying on the ground where she had thrown it off to search for medicine. I snuggled into the warmth and sighed. A cool arm wrapped itself around my waist, hand flat against my stomach, the cool spot within the heat.
"Ashley. Aaaashleeey..." A soft voice next to me woke me up, the room dark from the lack of sunlight. I turned over to the voice, unable to see very far. A hand came up and touched my cheek lightly, flipping over to rest the back of the hand against my forehead.
"You're fever's gone down, so I'm going to head on home. I fed your raccoon. He's asleep on the couch. Are you going to be okay?" She whispered, removing her hand.
I reached over and grabbed it, intertwining our fingers together. I squeezed lightly in thanks and retracted it, curling my arm against my chest. "Thank you." I mumbled.
She chuckled lightly, and shifted, but stayed on the bed. "Today was technically Monday. You called in sick for your first day at Sunday's. Think you'll feel better by tomorrow?"
I shrugged. "Dunno. I'm not one for getting sick, so I'm not sure." My eyes were adjusting, and I could see the outline of her smile. She mouthed an "Okay" and moved forward, planting a small kiss on my forehead. She sat up and eased herself off the bed, trying not to upset the bed to much. She sat on the edge, pulling her top (well, technically mine) and reached down to retrieve hers from the floor.
"Do you have to go?" I asked, sitting up. She turned around, adjusting her shirt, and smiled sadly at me.
"Yeah, believe it or not, but I have work tomorrow. I took off today. You were supposed to be at Sunday's and you never showed up, and I stopped by your apartment. That's when I found you in the tub," she paused, turning around and crossing her legs so that she sat facing me.
"Why were you asleep in the tub?"
I looked at my hands, noticing that at least I was dressed this time. Spencer must have helped me with that. "It happens sometimes, when... Doesn't matter really." I shrugged and looked at her. She looked doubtful.
"Smoking in water? Heat must have just knocked you out." I shrugged, ignoring her question.
"What were you dreaming about last night? It seemed pretty intense. You were screaming," I looked away, spotting her pants on the floor. I reached down from the edge and grabbed them.
"Nothing. It was nothing."
She grabbed her pants and stood up, pulling my boxers off. I couldn't help staring at her long, lean legs, flexing as she put her pants on. I glanced up and caught her eye staring at me. She buttoned them and sat next to me, taking my hand.
"Are you going to be okay?" She asked, tucking a stay bit of hair of from my face.
I nodded, putting my other hand on top of hers. "I'll be fine."
She smiled slightly and moved forward, hesitantly placing a kiss on my lips. Suddenly, my hands had left hers and were on her cheeks, drawing her in for a deeper kiss. I pulled away, shocked, and stared at her. She was equally shocked, hands still on my lap.
"Don't go." I breathed, hands on her neck. She moved forward, catching my lips between her own, driven by a hunger almost as deep as mine. I leaned back, bringing her with me, hands still holding her face to mine.
She hovered over me, separated by a thin layer of air. My fingers wrapped themselves in her hair, blonde strands falling down, tickling the sides of my face. I smiled, shifting myself slightly, my thigh unconsciously moving between her legs.
Spencer reacted, pulling herself away from the kiss. "I don't want to." She whispered, looking torn. "But I have to. I'm sorry, Ash." She rolled off me, sliding out of the bed and standing up.
I groaned in frustration and rolled over, pulling the pillow over my head. "You should just stay."
She chuckled and patted my rump underneath the duvet. "Yeah, and make sure you actually make it to work in the morning. I have to go, Ash, but I'll see you in the morning, okay?"
I looked up at her from under the pillow and stuck my tongue out at her. "Jerk."
She laughed and pulled her shoes on. "Bye Ash." She disappeared through the bedroom door, and I heard the front door close as she left. I yawned and scuttled over to where she had slept. The pillow still smelled like her. I buried myself in her scent and promptly fell asleep.
A/N: uh oh. Looks like things are heating up for our favourite pair. Can Ashley get rid of the hold Ari has on her, or will she forever stop Ashley from loving her one and only?