A/N: Still surprised at how many people read my stuff haha. Glad everyone liked the chapter, im still entertaining the smut idea (we'll see) a shoutout to my KJ, she got into an accident, and shes ok, thank sweet baby jesus, get better ok my pimp. --enjoy--

I don't deserve you,

I can't afford you,

Unless, you're timeless.

Even after being here for an hour or so, seated on a couch, in her room, alone with her, in her room, I still couldn't believe I was actually here. And I can't really believe that I've been so in Ash's face either, that's not really a Spencer move. The car thing was a total accident, but a growl did slip when I was on her, I mean hello, I was straddling a gorgeous girl, you would so growl at that too! The chocolate incident on the other hand was just...not me. Normal Spencer is the quiet, unobtrusive, not in girls faces and on their bodies type. There was this new mutant Spencer though, I'm not sure when she got in, but now I'm driven to do things... Bad things with Ashley. This new mutant Spencer was very aggressive, and I'm sure she was really really hungry for Ash, which both excited me and terrified me, it's strange having 2 very different perspectives in your head at the same time. I see a hand wave in front of my face and I snap out of my trance.

"Huh?"

I look over and see Ash has scooted over quite a bit, no more then a few inches separating my leg from hers, which definitely made me swallow hard. She laughed, and a stupid goofy grin was on my face before I could prevent it, her laughter having the same effect as laughing gas on me.

"You were zoning, I asked if you wanted to watch a movie or something."

As if to answer her question, my stomach let out a loud "oooorahhhhhhuhhhhhahhhhh". My face felt like it was on fire, and I let out a small cough.

"My tummys name is Mr. Grumbles, he says 'helloooo Ashley.'"

This makes her laugh again, a wide smile on her face as her eyes refuse to leave mine. At this point I'm pretty sure you could take all the sexual tension in this room and cover the world 5 times over with it. It's like that bomb in those big action movies, you know its going to go off, the only important detail is if the hero and the hot chick are in the blast radius or not. With me and Ash, it's just a matter of time before the bomb goes off, and the important detail of me and Ashley being caught in the blast, is up to the both of us to decide. I see the hand snap in my face again.

"Hellooo, where do you go when you zone Spence?"

I choke on an answer and just opt to laugh again, scratching my head and averting my eyes.

"I'm up for some food if you you're up for it."

I'm so tempted to stick on the suffix of 'beautiful' to everything I say to her. I don't know how she does it, but she does it well.

"It's either cook, which I can't do so well, or it's order in. Which would you want?"

I perk up, this could be my chance to totally impress Ash and blow off some tension that's been building more then long enough between us.

"Can I look at your fridge? I'm not bragging but I'm a pretty badass cook."

I smile and she laughs once more, standing up and leading me down her winding stairs to her kitchen, the scene of our previous excursion. I can still feel the tension in the room, and it swells to epic proportions once we enter. Ash is in a tank top and tight jeans, and the exposed skin of her back automatically tightens, making her already beautiful back taut and very droolworthy (one of my weakpoints with girls is their backs). I cruise past her, purposely keeping my limbs to myself to avoid any further 'accidents' and stop at her gigantic fridge. I pull open and find, to my great horror, its practically empty. I whirl around to see Ash suppressing laughter.

"Ash!!! Your fridge...its... its EMPTY!!!"

She's screaming with laughter at this point, and I can see the shiny paths of tears work their way down her face. She turns to find some sort of support, but her hand, thinking it would land on a flat surface only slices through the air, causing Ash to tumble forwards towards the floor, propelled by her screaming laughter. I see it happen in slowmotion and my one thought is "save ashley", and I dive.

"OUCH!!"

Well, I think we've found ourselves in this position before huh. I'm flat on my back, spidered out on the floor, my stomach cushioning the blow to Ashley's head, knocking the air out of me. My lungs scream to get more air, and the pressure of her head on my stomach isn't helping. I wildly motion at Ash to get up, and now. She promptly sits up, allowing me to sit up in turn and take a gasping breath. I suck in a few more breaths, calming down my racing heart and what would be a screaming headache. I turn to see there's still tears on her face, and I laugh, reaching out on a basic (and stupid) impulse, wiping away the few stray droplets of water on her cheeks. She smiles and blushes, leaving me a smiling idiot once again.

"Sorry...and thanks. That's twice now you've saved me from personal injury."

I can only smile and wave it off, but the red alarms go off in my head, recalling this situation from a previous encounter.

"No worries, 'headbutt to the stomach' wasn't one of my job descriptions when I signed up, but that just means a pay bonus for me later."

She stands up and offers me a hand which I brush off and stand up, my ribs instantly yelling at me for my sudden physical activity. Ash must see my "hot damn that hurts" face because she quickly snaps into action.

"Your ribs!! I completely forgot!! Oh my god are you ok!??!?!?"

She looks near tears (and not the laughing kind). I pat her shoulder gently, propping myself up with her kitchen chair.

"It's ok, it's ok. Nothing new broke."

I breath out another quick puff and straighten myself up, and I can practically hear the ribs squeak and snap inside of me.

"It's cool...now how bout that food?"

She looks at me like I'm crazy, and I only give her my crazy smile, shuffling to her fridge again.

"Do you have stuff for chocolate chip pancakes?"

I see her eyes widen, bingo, she's a pancake girl. She quickly assembles the line required to make chocolate chip pancakes, and before you can say "nummy in my tummy", I've got a double batch mixed up and on the frying pan, one giant one at a time. I have Ash pour in the amount as I continue making uber big pancakes, my mouth watering, and my stomach growling in a way eerily similar to "feeeed meeeeee".

"You're not half bad with food Spence."

I look up and see Ash trying (and failing) to discreetly oogle at me as I create pancake magic. I shrug and go back to the pan.

"Yeah well when you're as special as-OW SWEET JESUS!!!"

I drop the frying pan.

"MOTHER FUCKER!!!"

I'm probably over-reacting but DAMN burns hurt like a bitch!!!! I hop around the kitchen, ignoring the pain from everywhere else, my brain focused on the red patch quickly spreading onto my palm and several of my fingers.

"SON OF A BITCH!!!"

I hop over to the faucet and run it under hot then cold water, my skin starting to swell.

"Fuck Ash, I burnt it good."

I look up and see her frozen in a panick, deer caught in the headlight eyes. I shake my hand out and walk towards her, palm out, shaking her out of her stupor.

"Shit man, you know what I'm supposed to do with burns?"

She gingerly takes my hand, guiding it by the back of my hand, avoiding the red spots and taking it towards her. Without a word, she guides me to the table and sits me down, venturing out of the kitchen and returning a moment later with a small white kit, sitting down beside me. She opens it and fishes through, finally finding some form of anti burn stuff (i hope).

"This might hurt a little bit Spencer."

Her voice is tight and strained, just like the rest of her body, it looks tight as humanly possible, almost every piece of skin pulled taut, her eyes huge now. It's actually really kinda...sexy. I lick my lips and try to control the wild impulse, instead concentrating on the pulsating mass of burnt flesh which my hand now was becoming. She takes my hand and cradles it, gently as possible, and starts to spread and rub a tingly and white creamy thing on my hand, instantly cooling the skin quick as ice. I sigh loudly, relaxing in my chair, about to prepare a thanks when I realize that she should've stopped holding my hand a minute or two ago.

"Ash...?"

She looks up and she has that feral, almost animal look in her eyes, and suddenly I couldn't give a damn about my hand. What happens next progresses in that sort of slow/fast speed motion that life pulls on you in those absolutely life changing moments. She brings my hand up to her mouth, and soft as I've ever seen, kisses my palm, and each of my fingers, leaving her lips on my index finger, which happened to be unburnt... My brain barely process's that small nip she gives me on my finger because we're up and moving now. Almost as if on the same wavelength, we're up, and we're throwing ourselves on each other. I don't even register the dull pain that goes through my right hand because right now all I want is as much of Ash as possible under my hands, guiding them softly all over her body. Her hands are practically clawing at my shirt before bunching the hem together and pulling me full force towards her, making me stumble, which of course, was caught with her lips. I hear a moan, from who, from where, when even it happened, I don't know, nor do I care, because our lips, those lips, Ashley's lips are on mine. I'm melting, melting...gone.

She's kissing me the hardest I've ever been kissed, hands buried deep in my hair, pushing my face harder onto hers. I'm backpedaling her somewhere, where to I don't know, but we're moving, and while we're moving, her lips are on mine. Oh. My. God. They taste like any and every good thing that I've ever had in or near my mouth. They taste like that vanilla whatever she has on, they taste like her...like Ashley. I don't even realize it, but we've stopped backpedaling, her back against the counter tops, and that's when the mutant Spencer takes over. Without breaking anything, I grab her by the back of the thighs, eliciting a low and drop dead gorgeous moan, hoisting her up to sit up on the counter, pushing myself in between her legs and kissing her harder and harder. Her legs are hooked around my back, and her hands are clawing my shirt up and off. Suddenly, I feel her stop and slow down kissing till it's just slow and languid, all of the tension and rigidness melting off out of her. She pushes me back and rests her forehead on mine, her mouth blowing puffs of sweet and utterly Ashley smelling air into my face, and I almost dive back in, but manage to beat mutant Spencer back for now. I swallow hard, and almost faint at how Ashley saturated my mouth now is. Her eyes are big and wide, and staring right into mine as I try and match her stare. I see her jaw work, but nothing comes out but low almost words, finally manifesting themselves in one word.

"Wow..."

--I'm bored, girlfriends been sleeping for hours and I have nothing to do, there you go -bows-