The clock ticked by in a slowed litany – seconds, minutes. Spencer found herself listening to the silence of the room other that that ticking clock. Her mind was spinning with what was about to take place. Something normal, something that should be natural between two people who were supposedly in love and had been sharing a home and a bed for years.
Making love with Brooke had never bothered Spencer before. On the contrary, she usually enjoyed it. Brooke was a talented lover, and Spencer had never found herself wanting anything after they were done. Before – Spencer recalled never wanting it to end. The blonde laid back on her black satin sheets, the chill of them warming the skin of her bare back. She sighed and perked up her ears as footsteps raced down the hallway.
So maybe I shouldn't be laying topless in bed...
The blonde rolled onto her stomach and rested her chin on her hands, barely propped up on the pillows and hiding her breasts from plain sight. She was clad only in a pair of short black cotton shorts, and she knew that this would appeal to Brooke once she was done putting Erin down to bed. Spencer glanced over to the clock on their bedside table – it wasn't even late yet, 8:30.
Why do I have the feeling that it's going to be a long night?
Spencer looked over her shoulder and saw that their bedroom door was closed, and she debated for a moment whether she should open it up a crack so Brooke would know that Spencer was ready for her to come in. The blonde ran a semi-shaky hand through her golden locks and smoothed her hair out over her shoulder. Her mind continued to race, never slowing – speeding up, if anything, as she thought out all the events of the day that she would remember for quite a while as Hell incarnated.
Ashley was going to make her life much more difficult.
Spencer's eyes fluttered closed, feeling slightly heavy as exhaustion claimed her body. It had been a long race, and the events of the day were catching up to her. The blonde knew she had no time to rest, because she had promised Brooke a night to remember. She always kept her promises, and a small voice in the back of Spencer's head told her that she was doing the right thing. A part of Spencer did love Brooke, and did crave her. Their earlier make-out session in the park had gotten the blonde very heated up and ready for more.
Sadly, the sight and confrontation with Ashley Davies had smothered her passionate flame in ice water. Dry ice, perhaps – for in Spencer's mind, Ashley was so hot she could believably be cold to the touch. Spencer wouldn't mind that brunette burning her skin.
"What am I going to do about you, Ashley? Can you make the Devil fall in love in two days?" Spencer mumbled out loud just before the door opened. Spencer kept her eyes forward against the headboard, realizing that it was Brooke and feeling a slight quiver of desire from the anticipation. Despite her reluctance to give up her body for one night to secure her relationship, Spencer did want Brooke.
Who wouldn't?
Brooke had everything that Spencer found incredibly attractive: long brown hair that fell along her shoulder blades in loose, messy waves, deep green eyes that were comparable only to the most expensive emeralds, a toned bronze body, long legs, and a husky voice that used to send Spencer over the edge just by saying a few choice words of sexual intent.
Spencer listened for Brooke's voice – a comment or statement that she was glad to see her, and within moments, the brunette spoke from behind her after closing their bedroom door.
"Not every day a girl walks into her bedroom and sees a goddess laying in wait on her bed," Brooke said softly. Spencer could feel her green eyes wandering over her body, and blushed slightly, causing her body to shiver slightly as her full breasts pressed into the satin sheets.
"I'm glad you approve," Spencer said softly, her voice echoing out like a sexy purr.
"Baby, I always approve," Brooke said, taking a seat on the bed beside Spencer. Her hands ran along the sheets, but did not touch Spencer's skin until Spencer moved into her touch.
"Brooke, please..." Spencer moaned out softly, giving the brunette permission to touch. As much as Spencer knew she would regret doing this for anyone but herself, she found her body truly wanting it. Her heart would be soon to follow.
There were no more words spoken between them. Brooke flipped Spencer onto her back and climbed on top of her. Brooke's lips met Spencer's, and both girls erupted in a passionate, longing moan.
"Erin's asleep?" Spencer asked as she ran her hands to the bottom of Brooke's shirt and started to pull it off.
"Asleep," Brooke clarified as she helped Spencer pull of the cotton shirt, exposing her breasts so her figure matched Spencer's nudity. The blonde trailed her hands down to Brooke's breasts and cupped them gently, running her thumbs expertly over the brunette's stiff nipples. Brooke moaned softly and lowered her lips to the nape of Spencer's neck, finding shelter and solace there.
"I love you, Spencer," Brooke mumbled softly as her hands found the waistband of Spencer's shorts, tugging them down to expose the rest of the girl's body.
"Love you, too," Spencer said quickly, needing to dispose of the words as Brooke's hands smoothed over her stomach, as if to heal any wounds that had collected somewhere under the surface. Brooke was good at concealing Spencer's invisible pain, although she never was able to completely rid the blonde of her injuries.
They would sink a little further under the surface and Spencer would forget them for a little while, only to have them resurface a few months later.
It was a constant routine with them, and while Spencer's body could feel the pleasure and absorb this physical love that Brooke gave her, she didn't feel fully satisfied.
Brooke sat up slightly and kissed Spencer tenderly. If Brooke would have been with any other girl, she surely would have melted from the sweetness of the kisses. Spencer was incapable of this, for years of pain, betrayal, and false emotions caused her to be marble.
She walked through life as a marble figurine – beautiful, solid, breathtaking, and a work of art. However, she was a rare statuette, surrounded by velvet ropes that told those who took the time to look not to touch. Brooke was able to touch simply because Spencer wanted to keep her around, and she was entitled to certain things.
She puts up with my bullshit, so she gets me in return. She's really getting a bum deal.
Spencer locked onto Brooke's green eyes for a moment and took a deep breath – this was what she wanted. What they both needed. Brooke took off her own shorts and pressed her naked form against Spencer's – skin to skin.
The heat surged between them, and both girls sighed with utter contentment. Brooke's hands wandered lazily over Spencer's curves as the blonde willingly opened her legs for the brunette to touch.
Brooke kissed along Spencer's jawline carefully, nipping at certain areas that she knew drove the blonde wild with want. She succeeded in this maneuver as Spencer let out a loud whimper, urging her girlfriend's hands lower. Brooke's fingers brushed over damp blonde curls before moving between Spencer's legs completely, rubbing her clit lightly with her thumb and index fingers.
Spencer's hips bucked up at the first contact to her sex, and her head tilted back against the pillows. Brooke's lips scoured her throat, reveling in the vibrations of the noises Spencer was making.
"Ooh, that feels so good..." Spencer moaned out.
She is damn good in bed. At least there's that, right? That's something worth staying for.
Brooke smiled at Spencer, locking onto her eyes once more and keeping Spencer securely in the moment as her fingers traced lightly over Spencer's nether regions, the blonde's wetness coating her fingers before giving the blonde a careful look, checking for a last sign that she might want to turn back.
There was none.
Brooke slid two fingers easily inside Spencer's tight channel before curling her fingers up against the blonde's g-spot, relishing in the gasp and moan combination that left her girl's lips.
"Harder, baby," Spencer begged, her voice sounding distant, like the passion had completely consumed her toned body.
Brooke obliged by starting up a deep and hard rhythm she knew Spencer would enjoy, tracing her fingertips over Spencer's sweet spot to add more pleasure as the palm of her hand moved back and forth over Spencer's clit, sending the blonde into an orgasmic frenzy.
The brunette felt Spencer's walls contract around her fingers, and Spencer drew her in for a slow, fiery kiss. Brooke's body writhed with Spencer's on the bed as the rhythm increased, the satin of the sheets moving and flowing between them, their bodies perfect contrast – soft bronzed flesh on ebony satin.
Incendiary heat flowed between them as Spencer reached the pinnacle of her pleasure, the waves of orgasm crashing over her body and causing every muscle she had to tighten, clenching in patterns that she shared with her lover.
"Spencer, cum for me, baby," Brooke whispered softly in her ear. Spencer moved closer to Brooke, resting both hands on the brunette's back and lightly tracing her fingernails over Brooke's muscular shoulders. She knew that Brooke didn't mind her anchoring herself if need be during sex, but she didn't like being clawed.
Brooke's fingers searched deeper still inside Spencer, drawing out the blonde's pleasure as Spencer fell to pieces underneath her, obviously incapable of holding on for just a few more seconds. Brooke decided to bring her over, and curled her fingers up against Spencer's spot once more, holding them there and stroking soft clockwise circles purposefully over the sensitive area as their breasts and stomachs collided in a mass of swirling body heat.
Spencer gasped and moaned loudly as her body arched up into Brooke, their sweat mixing with the smell of Spencer's arousal flooding over over Brooke's fingers. Brooke held Spencer close with her hands, nuzzling the girl's neck as she came down from her euphoric peak, and Spencer sighed.
That was a good way to make up, I think... maybe she'll be happy with that.
The brunette pulled her fingers out of Spencer and licked them clean before Spencer pressed their lips together in a deep, exploratory kiss. The blonde moaned at the taste of her own nectar on her lover's lips as Brooke snuggled in beside her, both bodies humming with sexual release. Spencer ran her hands down Brooke's back in soothing patterns as they relaxed atop the seats.
"Wow..." Spencer purred softly as Brooke smiled brightly at her. The two girls shared another kiss before Spencer ran her hands down Brooke's strong body to her perfect ass. Brooke whimpered softly before Spencer collided their hips together, sparking the desire that had just been tamed with a single, swift motion.
"I need you..." Brooke murmured against Spencer's lips as the blonde flipped her onto her back.
Spencer straddled Brooke's hips and traced delicate lines around Brooke's full breasts before leaning down and taking one of the brunette's nipples into her mouth and sucking it greedily. Brooke moaned and brushed Spencer's blonde mane out of the way so she could watch and gently started stroking Spencer's lower back as the blonde devoured more of Brooke's pert breast.
Back and forth the blonde traveled, keeping the brunette writhing underneath her with a pleasureable teasing session that was making Brooke's head swim with lust.
Spencer ran her hand down the valley between Brooke's breasts and watched as the brunette shivered.
I can do this. Hot girl. Everything's going to be fine. Just... go with autopilot, Spencer.
Her descent continued over a rock hard abdomen to Brooke's neatly maintained patch of dark curls. Right when Spencer was about to make the final motion, no more than an inch to where Brooke needed her most, the phone rang.
Someone is looking out for me. Thank you, whoever you are.
"Please don't answer that..." Brooke begged. Spencer danced her fingers over Brooke's clit and gave her a deep kiss before jumping up and running across the bedroom to answer her cell phone.
Spencer flipped it open and answered, slightly out of breath.
"Hello?"
"Your girlfriend's really that much of a tiger in bed? I have to say, I'm surprised," a husky voice chimed in from the other end.
After a few moments, Spencer recognized the voice.
How did Ashley get my number?
A/N: I know, I know - it's not Spashley. However, Brooke and Spencer are a couple, and that's what couples do. Especially if one person (Spencer) is trying to prove that she's still... somewhat in the relationship. Don't be mad, and I'm sorry to any of you who were bothered by this chapter. When I wrote this, I wanted it to be realistic, and sometimes, reality is painful. It's tragic, it's dark, and it's not always the way we hope things will be. That being said, the Spashley goodness is coming. They will have their time. Trust me. Let me know what you think, and be on the look out for more tomorrow!