Hey everyone, thanks for everything! Your reviews made me laugh and one made me a little sad, but not for a bad reason, so no worries. I think I can definately make the Blaise-the-ass-hole-situation worth it, so dun worry! I've gotsa plan! Well, since you guys are awesome, I've got another plan to show my appreciation! But I aint telling! You'll see! Not in this one, but maybe the next one.

I've been lazy and busy with school, but now I'm on a writing spree, so expect more regularity for at least a few weeks :] Thanks loves :] Hope you like this one :]

Recap:

"Why?" She pressed again.

"Because I love you."

"Ew. Don't even say that."

"Why? It annoy you?"

"Yes?"

"Oh well. Then I'll stop."

"Really?"

"No."

"Kay."

"I love you!"

"Stop."

"I luuuvvv you."

"Ew."

"I loves you sooooo much."

"I just puked a little in my mouth."

"I LOVE you."

Spencer sighed, realizing she wasn't going to be able to keep this up without trying to light herself on fire. Spontaneous combustion was sounding really good at the moment. Poof! The game face was brought on. Licking her lips seductively, the blonde went on her tip toes and came close to his face, which was hard. Hard because a girl who's only a bit more than five feet tall can only reach up so high on a guy who easily cleared six and a half feet. Spencer knew Lash could smell her superduper yummy smelling lip gloss, and he knew how close she was to him. Save for a few inches for the width of his arms. "I love you too, baby..." Ugh. She was ready to gag.

But Lash wasn't. Her boobs were pressing against his chest and he was well aware of that fact. But he was smart enough, and evil enough to know what she was planning, so he sent it right back at her. Easily, he lifted her in the air so that she was almost face to face with him, never losing the chest-chest contact. "Go on, say it again for me, sexy." At first she didn't say anything, so Lash began thinking about where it was going to go when he felt her leg sliding up slowly up his. He was getting a little she really fell for him, or she was a really good at acting. He wasn't sure any more. Especially when he felt her hands, which were forced down in front of her, latch on to his belt loops, gently tugging. What made him even more nervous was that she now had her hands in the front pockets of his jeans. Palms. Toward. Him. And they were warm. But he had to snap out of it. He knew Spencer wasn't the cheating type, so he knew he wasn't going to get anything. Which he assumed was a bad thing. Because she was still with his douche bag nephew -man, he always got a kick out of that one- he thoroughly believed she would never even think about being disloyal. Which made it all the more fun making her give up.

Damn it! He wasn't cracking! Her plan wasn't working! He knew what was going on, and she was already acting a little loose. She decided that she would make one more attempt, but then stop. She was dating Blaise, and she was already acting bad. In a sultry voice, Spencer repeated, just like he asked her to, "I love you..."

"Well well well, can't say I'm surprised." A crooning voice from behind Lash sneered. The two spun around saw who the person was, not that they needed to see his face to know who he was. Stronghold.

Moaning, Spencer dropped her head back, "why do I see everyone I don't want to see in the morning today?" And to make matters worse, she looked like a baby in one of those carriers moms wear on their chest to hold it. Ridiculous.

"Jail mate and jail bait. Just as expected." Will smirked, trying to get a reaction out of them.

"Jail bai-Wait, how old are you?" Spencer questioned Lash while looking up at him.

"Nineteen."

"Oh, I guess that does make me jail bait."

"Only if we do stuff."

"You studied up, I see."

"Of course."

"Shut up!" Will interrupted, "will you girl's stop the chitchat?!"

"That flower chick you hang out with can vouge for me that I am certainly not a girl."

Will's face turned red, probably with fury. "She wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole."

"That's right, she preferred my ten in-" Lash started to retort, but Spencer knew where it was going, and she didn't want to think about it, but she didn't have her hand free, so she had no choice but to either: a)yell, but that wouldn't be fast enough b)bite him, but she wasn't usually violent or c) well. it just came naturally for some reason. She covered his mouth with her's before he could get the last word out. It was brief, and sickening, on her part. But it was awkward to both boys. Lash, used to sudden mouth attacks, was fine instantly after. No skin off his back.

Will gaped, and Lash ignored it and went on talking. "You better watch it Stronghold, because you don't want something unfortunate to happen to you, do you?I'm so going to mess you up." Lash's voice was deep and rumbled in his chest. He was seriously annoyed and he sounded a bit scary. Scary enough to scare off the scaredy-cat. "Now, where were we?"

Spencer groaned and shook her head incredulously. "Really? Give it up!"

"Aw, and we were having so much fun together."

"Now let me down."

Lash rolled his eyes and started to pull his arms apart.

Only to find himself unable to move.. "Oh shit."

"What?"

"That little man tied my hands together while we were, uh... occupied!"

"What. The. Hell. Ugh! I'm so going to get revenge on that grumpy gill!"

"Grumpy gill."

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Why that?"

"Why not?"

"Okay....Now about being tied up...."

Spencer stared at him incredulously. "Did you really just use that tacky of a pun? Hehehe...." Really. If someone called it'd be like, 'sorry, can't talk, a little tied up at the moment!' Brilliant. "Okay, so you really can't move at all, can you?" She frowned, he probably didn't want to be here any more than she did. "Sorry that it got s-so um..."

"Physical and hot and sexy." He offered.

She blushed a bright crimson on her cheeks. "Y-yeah...That...It wasn't supposed to go like that..." She was a little embarrassed, and he could tell.

So making it worse was apparently the best option in his eyes. "Yeah, too bad Stronghold came. Wanna continue?"

"I've got to get going soon...So if you could like maneuver me out of this, that'd be wonderful..."

Lash sighed. It wasn't like he wanted to continue anyway... But usually girls were on his body like flies to honey, and the girl in front of him wasn't biting. Normally if he got his face that close to a girl's... There'd be no space. He was never rejected by any girl he wanted. He even got flower-chick once. That was weird. She just sorta pushed him in a closet and made out with him, then left. He didn't even want her but she wanted him that day. Regardless, Spencer wasn't throwing herself at him, and it was throwing him off guard. He might even go so far as to say that he was lusting after her. It had to be considered that if she was so... provocative just pretending, then she must be really...for real...WOW. Lash forced himself to stop thinking of Spencer that way. She was surely his newest victim, and he liked it that way.

"Look, we need to move where someone wont see us." She told him, looking up and down the street, though it was hard with her face flush against his chest.

He couldn't help it. "Glad you see it my way."

Spencer was getting a little worried now, because he obviously wasn't understanding. "You're a super, you can't be seen like this in public, okay? We have to move." Lash nodded and bagan to walk toward an alley between two buildings. It was shaded and dark, but well hidden, so it had to do. "Oh gosh! You're carrying me...I'm morbidly obese...Let me down. The candy you gave me made me heavy... Oh! I'm sorry...I'm the one who got you to lift me...I'm sorry..."

She was freaking out, at least on the inside she was, and Lash thought it was cute. Gyah. Such a foreign word... "Shut up, I picked you up for a reason," he wiggled his eye brows, hoping to get her laughing and distracted enough to get her farther in the alley. "Want me to refresh your memory?"

"No."

Damn.

She sighed, "okay, can you loosen your arms at all?"

"Juuuuust a bit, I have limits you know. But of course feel free to try to get me to reach my limit."

Ignoring that last bit, she kept trying, "what about just enough to move my arms?"

"Not much." Lash was getting worried, not because he thought he'd be stuck to her forever, but because he thought she might figure something else out. He needed time. "...is there anyone you can call to come fix this?"

"Well, no. I'm the only freak in the family, and only my dad knows, but he lives in Maine."

"I guess we could call Speed. But he'd have to walk here, not run, or he might be seen." No he wouldn't, he was way too fast for that. Good thing Spencer didn't know that.

"Oh, okay."

"You have your phone?" Lash figured Speed might as well have her number too. His smirk GREW when his captive shook her blond head. This was even better. "Well, my phone is in my- one of my pockets."

She wasn't believing that for a minute. "You know exactly where it is. Don't you?" He nodded. "So let's save ourselves some trouble. Tell me, please."

"Oh, you're a big girl, you can find it." She gaped at him, and he wasn't joking. Knowing enough to not argue, as it would be pointless, she got to work. His front pockets were empty, she already knew that from earlier, but the boy had tons of pocket on his dark jeans. There was no choice. Her hands went to the next place his cell would be; the pockets on his mid-thigh. Why did he have to be one of those punk dudes who loved to wear those jeans with a billion pockets?

Lash stood as stiff as a board. It wasn't like he didn't have any control, in fact, control was all he had. Day after day after day after was with any girl he wanted, in closets or even open hallways. He was practiced. It wasn't like he could go and get excited every time a female touched him. He at least had some class. So Spencer's hands wouldn't affect him in any way.

At least, they shouldn't.

Her hands were never able to move from him, as they were in such close quarters. She was basically only able to move her hands up and down, not back and forth, so when she moved to go get those special pockets on his thighs... Well, to get there her hands had to slide down his stomach. His own stomach was clenching.

Spencer was nervous, but she knew she had to do it if she wanted to get pockets on his thighs were empty, so she had to try the back pockets -groan- next. "Um..." She started with a subdued voice, "can you loosen a bit so I can look in the back pockets?"

Up until this point, Lash had the back of his head resting on the brick wall behind him so that he couldn't see what she was doing. Not that he didn't feel it. Boy oh boy did he feel it. Anyway, he reluctantly looked down at her when she talked. "Oh sure." He was seeming to be soft. And he didn't want that. He was a man. A big man. A big tough man. Yeah.

Spencer was still nervous, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know why, so she just ignored the nerves and kept up the work. "Dang it, where is it?" She asked herself, understanding that asking him was potentially pointless. She realized that her hands were sliding around his narrow waist so she clenched her eyes closed to get ready for the deed.

Lash wasn't in his 'man ego' mode any more when he looked down at her closed off eyes. "Open your eyes." He ordered with a gentleness that surprised both of them. It was surprising enough to make both of them snap their eyes wide. Spencer realized something in him had changed, but she couldn't figure it out so she kept her eyes on his, examining the chocolate orbs. Her hands still made it to the hem of his black shirt and began sliding down to his belt, then finally his back pockets, which were -as both of them were vividly aware of- right on a provocative place.

Empty.

"I can't tell, do you have any more pockets?"

He nodded, still a little confused, "by my knees."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

"Yes.'

"! Carry on!" He smirked and looked down with his eyes to point the way. As if she didn't know.

"Yeah. So... I'm going to just slide down as best as I can..." Slowly, and well, friction-y, she moved down, bending at the knees with her head heading down, but she was stopped, rather quickly, by Lash calling 'STOP' and going rigid. Obeying, Spencer moved back up and stared at him with a questioning look. "What?"

He seemed angry, but not with her. "It's tucked under my boxers, just above my jeans. Get it." She was confused. Usually his goal was to make her as uncomfortable as possible, but he was the one calling off his game. She didn't want to make it dramatic, so she nodded and lifted up his shirt as best as she could with the closeness. Sure enough, after feeling around on his bare stomach, she felt the little rectangle half way tucked into his partially exposed boxers. Somehow she managed to maneuver the phone so it was in between her and Lash. She was about to ask him what to do next, but he answered with directions. "Go into my contacts, find Speed, and call him." Spencer did as she was told and it began ringing; she put it on speaker.

"What do you want?" Speed's tired voice picked up. "Do you even know what the hell time it is in the freakin' morning?"

"Hey Speedy, it's Spencer," she answered with a guilty tone. "Sorry for waking you up..."

They heard him sigh on the other line, " are you doing with Lash's phone? Finally getting back at him for stealing your ipod?"

"No, I'm here Speed." Lash said, sounding as if he was obviously uncomfortable. As if. "We need your help. Stronghold tied me up with my arms around her, and we need your assistance."

Hidden message: RECEIVED
By both of them.

"Speedy, we're going to talk to you later. Gotta go now."

"Whatever you say guys, be SAFE." aka wear a condom. "Bye."

When the blonde hung up the phone, Lash stared at her with a confused look. "Why'd you do that? You must really enjoy meeting like this in this empty alley, don't you?"

"We were never stuck together since the beginning, huh?"

"Yep!"

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Yeah, had fun with this one~

Hope you did too, see ya!

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