A/N: Sorry once more for the delays, absolutely no promises of solid updating, hope all those who have ventured this far and liking this story, you know where to find me if you have any requests/suggestions/complaints. --enjoy--

Her name was November,

She went by Autumn or Fall.

"Wow..."

My mouth doesn't taste like mine, it tastes like her. I don't even think it's my place to call it my mouth anymore, she's claimed it as hers. She's claimed me as hers, with every bite, every touch, every second that her mouth continued to fuse to mine in this sweet sinfulness. I'm not actually sure about what the appropriate response to this should be. But there's that rational side of me shouting "you push that girl off you and run NOW!!". That sides tempting to listen to, but there's that other part, that Spencer infused part, that Spencer saturated part that's becoming a bigger and bigger part of me as every day passes. You know what it says? "You kiss the living crap out of that girl, and you kiss her NOW!!" Both sides are yelling pretty loud, and it's tempting to listen to either or, or maybe do a combo, kiss her and then run, but I know I'd never be able to do that. So I do the only thing I know what to do... I hug. I bury my face deep into the hollow of her neck, wrap my arms tighter around her neck, and my legs tighter around her waist, and hug like I'd be taken away by force if I let go for even a second.

Her reaction is sweet, touching, and charmingly Spencer, her arms falling from the back of my head all the way down, scooping me up and keeping me held in the air with seemingly no effort, free of the counter. I feel her heartbeat going steadily and a tad too fast in my position on her neck, and the feel fills me with a strange sense of satisfaction, I'm making her heart race at that new speed. So here we are, this strange and strikingly addicting girl and I, in my kitchen, alone in our own spheres of thought, yet somehow connected to each other through an invisible worm-hole. And so we sit, for minutes, or for hours, I'm not really sure, and I don't really care either, cause as confused and scared as I am, being here, held by her infinitely strong and warm arms, I feel the safest I've ever felt in my life. My mind runs through what just happened, and even as I relive what it feels like to have her mouth on mine, and her body against mine, my heart speed triples, and I'm suddenly unconcerned with any of the implications of these actions, because I suddenly want Spencer, and I want as much as I can possibly get. My mouth latches onto her neck and I feel her arms falter around me for the first time since picking me up.

"Ash..."

The way she just breathes out my name like that drives me crazier than I already was, and I bite down harder into her soft neck, now gnawing on it as if it were a hard candy. I wasn't even aware of any motion until I something press onto my back, and found it was the wall, and we had moved out into the hallway. I disengage from her skin and look into now very very dilated blue eyes. Her breath is coming in hitching puffs and I can practically see her mind turning over onto itself.

"I had... I had to get somewhere where there was support, almost dropped you back there."

Her words are choppy, her voice strained like a high E string on the guitar strung far too tight and on the point of snapping in half. This makes me growl and re-attach to her neck, my tongue coming out this time, sliding onto the bite marks I'd left previously. Her head is thrown all the way back, and I feel the vibrations of a low moan run up and down her neck, making me bite down harder. Her arms continue to shake and loosen, bit by bit, and yet their grip tightens at the same time around me, forcing me harder into her front.

"Ash..."

There's that low sigh of my name, and I feel like a caged animal straining against some form of tether, feeling it budge and break each time I renew my efforts to break it. We're barely aware of the door opening and closing, or the footsteps that approach us, we don't even register the high pitched, whiny tone of my step sister calling out "Guess who brought some Chinese food?!?!?". We don't register the fact we're in company until we hear a "Oh shit!!!" Ground, meet Ashley, Ashley, meet ground.

"I um...you...I...well hey look at that, there's the kitchen, I'm gonna go...over there..."

Kyla gingerly steps over us and scuttles into the kitchen, out of sight. I look over and see Spencer, in the sheer spasticness of Spencer had fallen along with dropped me, and is still lying flat on her back.

"Spence...?"

Her head pokes up, and I giggle, a huge goofy grin on her face, her eyes still dilated to a point where you'd think she was high.

"Yeah?"

Her voice is 2 octaves deeper than I remember it being, making me shiver all over.

"Uhmmm...think we should talk to Kyla?"

She expels a breath, and a cloud passes over her face. She promptly stands up, wincing, grabbing her ribs, then her hand in turn, now turned a terrific shade of pinkish red, I'd completely forgotten about that.

"I think maybe I should just go man, uhmm, that was...just, I gotta go dude, talk to you later."

She hobbles out, and I call after her, but she doesn't pause as she continues out, the door opening and closing quietly this time, leaving me in silence, the occasional rustle of something coming from the kitchen. I stand up, dazed, confused, and slightly hurt. I shuffle into the kitchen and find Kyla just poking the bag to feign like she was doing something while me and Spencer talked. She catches my eye and coughs, and I'm aware of my cheeks turning as pink as Spence's hand.

"So, Ashy, you're gay now?"

I feel the world fade in and out as my brain takes in the question. And my brain beats me to the punch. The non-Spencer taken part.

"What?? No! That was totally against my will, it was an accident, she mistook some signs and thought I was into her and then-"

I promptly burst into tears and sank onto the ground.

"Awww, Ashley, even a blind person could've seen you were the one in control of that suck-fest, that poor girl was just along for the ride."

I feel a pat on my shoulder and shrug away from it.

"I can't be Kyla...I can't be."

"Well it doesn't mean anything Ashley, not till you talk to her about it."

I sniffle and shake my head.

"I'll be lucky if she ever looks my way again."

"Well, I guess you're just the luckiest girl in the world then."

I turn up my head to her, confused as hell, but see my line of sight to her blocked by a pair of legs clad in beat up converse and an equally tattered pair of jeans. I don't even stop to process it, just leap forward and wrap my arms around the legs, my face pressed against a kneecap. I feel lean, strong, and smooth fingers wander through my hair and I hear a sigh up above me, but for now I only cling onto the tattered and smooth jeans on my face. I feel arms extract me from her leg and pick me up bridal style, my arms now locked onto Spencer's neck as she guides us up the stairs and into my room. She sets me down on my bed, but I refuse to let go of her neck. She laughs and gently takes my hands off, sitting down next to me and grabbing my hand, lacing her fingers with mine. I giggle madly, and I feel like a little girl getting a new pony all of a sudden.

"Let's talk, Ash."

I look up at her face, a small smile gracing that beautiful face, and I know it won't be too bad.