Disclaimer: Forgot the disclaimer last time. Woops. For those who care, the disclaimer is like... last thing I write. On that note, I do not own SON. After all, that wouldn't be fair to everyone else, would it?
A/N: Ehhh, I probably should have done this a while ago, but I didn't, but this chapter might be a bit... graphic. Or at least the rest of the story might be. NO GARUNTEES YOU. But fair warning, the story is like... rated M, kay kay? So if you can't deal with that shit, leave now. Just you know, turn around, exit the story off the browser, shut the computer lid, back off the screen on your phone, Dsi, whatever. Just don't complain about sexy times, cuz I happen to love sexy times. With bright florescent body paint and blacklights. And loud, pulsating music. Maybe a strobe light if we're being adventurous. We? I totally meant just me. Woah... nevermind. We. Solo is no fun. Onward?
Ashley
She started shivering as soon as we stepped outside the building, and at first, I thought that it was just the cold, the dampness of the air settling on her skin. It wasn't until we were halfway down the road did I realise that she was crying, tears that had gone from quiet tears to a full chest-wrenching sob. She clung to me, and I started to phase back to the times when I had seen her and she was happy, not this miserable mess she was not. Back when she was single in my mind and not married. I hurt my heart to see her so miserable, and I was determined to make it go away, but all the same, I could help but wish for those days, where the only thing that was screwing up was me. I was okay with screwing up. That was what I was good at. But Spencer? She didn't seem like the kind to screw up. I don't know what her past was that made her the way she was, but I didn't like this Spencer.
My house was a few blocks away, and if I had remembered to grab my wallet, I would have hailed a cab so we didn't have to walk out in the open, where the sun was disappearing behind all the tall buildings. The only way I had been able to find her address was from squeezing it out of my sister, much to her obvious displeasure. She seemed upset at me going to her, but there was a hint of understanding in my desperation. She jotted down the flat address and kicked me out of her building, almost forcefully after I had stared at her door, unable to grow some nerves and just leave.
I wasn't sure what to expect when I had arrived outside her door. Certainly not her. In fact, I thought it was going to be Aiden who came to the door, not a raggedy Spencer. She looked terrified when I knocked, almost relieved when it was just me (just?), and she looked so insanely vulnerable just standing in the middle of her living room, it was kind of disconcerting. I wasn't sure if it had been me or something had gone down with Aiden, and when he walked into the room, she loosened up in my arms like she had completely given up.
"Ashley, I'm so lost. I don't know what to do, Ashley. What am I supposed to do?"
The words echoed through my brain. Maybe I was reading too much into it. After all, the woman had lied about being married. I didn't really have any reason to trust her. I couldn't deny my feelings for her, raging and coiling within my heart, almost threatening to tear it out of my chest with its feral energy. And as much as I craved to just let my own beast out and devour her where she stood, or let the more empathetic side win over and hold her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, I kept picturing Aiden's hurt face when he put together me and her were somewhat involved. His ultimate surrender. Like when Spencer gave up when he walked in.
Why couldn't she have just been unmarried, so that this was all simple. A classic boy meets girl, well, girl meets girl story. Or a simple goodbye, a "Hey, I'm married and I believe in honouring that bond, so I won't pursue a relationship until I get divorced or explain what's going on" type thing. Subconsciously I squeezed her shoulder roughly in a moment of frustration and dropped my arm away from her, separating us. I stepped a step to the side, putting more distance between us, immediately missing her warmth, but treasuring the instant clarity. I glanced over at Spencer to see if she noticed our separation, but she stared blankly ahead, lost in thought.
I frowned and scanned around at where we were, immediately recognising the road as one of my favourite haunts. I pulled her to a alley where I knew he would be lingering, creeping in the shadows. Just as I thought, James stood against the side of a building, something smouldering in his hand, more than likely a spliff. I left Spencer at the alley mouth and walked over to him.
"Hey" I said, giving him a trademark half-grin. He looked up at me, eyes brightening when he recognised me. "Hey! Ashley, man. Where have you been? Been missing yor face round here mate. I suppose you've done a runner from..." His green eyes flicked to the blonde sitting against the wall and frowned. "Who's that one, mate?" his thick Bristol accent turning up into a cautious tone.
I shook my head. "No one." I said, hands shoving in my pocket. "Listen James, I'm out, and I'm gonna need some hard shit if I'm gonna get through this." I licked my lips in anticipation, staring at his jacket.
He nodded, thinking. "Well, mate, I think the Cookie Monster's got somfin for ya, here in my pockets, for the right price, hey lezza?" he grinned, looking me up and down. I snorted and reached to my back pocket, only to groan in frustration, forgetting I didn't have my wallet.
"Shit. I forgot my cash." I ran a hand through my hair and nearly kicked the wall. James looked at me in alarm and amusement, pulling out a small baggie with translucent red pills.
He handed them to me with a mischievous grin. "It's okay, mate, I got you. Look like shit, mate. Looks like you could use a cheerin up, even if it's not from me cock, yeah?"
I looked at the pills suspiciously. I didn't recognise them. "What do they do?" I asked, rolling them around in the plastic.
He shrugged. "No idea. Hoped you would give it a test drive?" I gave him a look and he shrugged, throwing his joint to the floor. "Me mate, see, she comes up with this crazy shit. Says it's fine, just won't tell me what they're for, see? You want drugs? Babe, take em, on me." He winked and turned around, walking out the alley on the other side and disappearing around the bend. I stared at the pills in my hand, trying to figure out if I really wanted to find out what they did.
At the end of the alley, Spencer had gotten up and was looking at me suspiciously, starting towards me. "Ashley, what are those?" She asked, taking the baggie from my hand. There were seven of them, glistening in the dim light.
Then she did something I never expected her to do. She opened the bag casually and picked up two pills, popping them swiftly into her mouth and licking her lips. She closed her eyes, leaning against the wall. She moaned, handing me the baggie.
I stared at her, not sure if she was in a state of bliss or if she was about to get sick. When she finally opened her eyes, her blue eyes were black, pupils fully dialated. Her mouth stretched into a gorgeous lazy grin. "Ash... it tastes incredible." She whispered.
I looked down at the pills and stuffed my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around two of the small red pills. I glanced at her and stuck them in my mouth. Instantly they dissolved, warmth spreading in my mouth and down the back of my throat. It tasted familiar, distinct. It tasted like, like. I frowned, unsure where I tasted it before.
Spencer giggled and leaned forward, mouth settling next to my ear. "It tastes like you." she whispered, sending a shiver down my spine. It tasted like Spencer, when she had kissed me outside the thrift shop. I found myself grinning widely as warmth spread to my stomach, filling me with fluttery feelings, butterflies, reminding me f when things were simple.
All thoughts about marriage, cheaters, anything of any kind of substance, just flew away from my mind, and I found myself noticing things about the girl in front of me that I never noticed before. The tattoo behind her ear, a Pisces symbol, like a ying yang, etched in purple. How here hair suddenly seemed to glow. Of all things, the intoxicating smell that seemed to radiate from her skin. A soft smell, one I couldn't quite place, yet so uniquely identifiable. Undeniably Spencer. And judging by the look on her face, she could smell me too.
She wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her face into my neck, inhaling deeply. She moaned in pleasure, and I felt her tongue slip out and touch the hot skin lightly. Her lips covered the spot, muffling another moan. "Just like you," she muttered, pulling away.
"What is this stuff?" she asked, fingertips trailing along my clavicle. I shrugged slightly. Her eyes lit up as an idea came to her mind. She bounced lightly. "Beach. Ocean. Now." She stated excitedly, walking quickly to the road.
I grinned, following the beautiful blonde, my blonde to where she strode down the street, sandalled feet pattering lightly on the pavement. She walked to a black car on the side and opened the door, setting into the drivers seat. I stared at her quizzically.
"Spencer, is this you're car?" I asked, staring down at her. She shot me a mischievous grin.
"No."
It was catching, her excitement. I felt myself start to vibrate with excitement, ecstasy, energy, and I was practically bouncing where I stood. "So we're still a car?" I grinned, moving to the other side.
I closed the door and she examine the car, pulling down the visor to check her face. Instead of a mirror, there was a key taped to the visor. She smirked, putting the key into the ignition. "Looks like the fates just wanted us to take this car." She said wondrously. Her hand rested on the gear shift and she stared forward, unmoving.
I placed my hand over hers and put my fingers in the spaces between hers. "What's wrong, Spence?" I asked, stroking her soft skin. It was really soft skin, so much paler than mine. Not like I was all that tan, it was just that obvious. Porcelain. Angelic. It was beautiful against my skin.
She cocked her head slightly. "I don't know how to drive," She giggled, turning the wheel. I chuckled, of course she wouldn't know how to drive. She shrugged. "No matter, shouldn't be too hard to figure out."
Her foot pushed down on the pedal and we peeled off into the empty street, heading to where we knew the sea would be. A few minutes of random song singing, giggling, and a nasty case of the hiccups later and we were double parked next to an empty beach. It was dark out finally, and we staggered out of the car, staggering towards the beach. We had found booze in the back of the car, a bottle of vodka and a few wine coolers. We lost our footing a few times over the loose sand, each time falling over and grabbing the other, both of us collapsing on top of each other. And each time we felt the electricity of the drug sparking between up, desperately trying to spark something inside of us.
By the time we had reached the waters edge, we were sweaty, sandy, and unbelievably worked up. We both flopped to the ground next to each other, the liquor sitting in the sand in front of us. I grabbed the vodka, suddenly thirsty and opened it, taking a large draught and passing it to Spencer. She took a noisy gulp, making us giggle.
"That was adorable," I said goofily, running a hand along her thigh. I gave her a crooked smile and looked down at her fingernails, a bright intense purple.
Her eyes, though dilated, looked at me with an intense focus. "You think that was adorable?" She smirked, watching me.
I bit my bottom lip. "Absolutely beautiful." I said, placing a hand on her cheek. She placed her hand over mine and moved it over her mouth, kissing the palm.
"You're beautiful, Ashley. I want you so much." She whimpered, kisses moving from my palm and travelling up my arm. "I need to taste you, Ash, remember you. Memorise you. Devour you." Her words had echoed mine from earlier, sending a shiver of goosebumps along my skin. She noticed, smiling into my skin.
I pulled her head up, crushing my lips to hers. She didn't respond at first, and I started to hesitate, unsure if I had crossed an unspoken boundary. My lips had barely left hers when she charged forward, attacking my lips. Her hands held onto the sides of my face, making sure that I couldn't pull away, or at least, think twice before I tried. She pushed forward, managing to topple me so I was on the bottom, back flat against the sand.
She moved away from my mouth, along my jawline, to a spot by my ear. She brushed her lips along the spot, causing me to moan when her tongue touched the spot lightly. She gave my earlobe some attention before placing open-mouthed kisses down my neck. She nuzzled the spot above my pulse point tenderly, even breaths warming the skin there.
I crept my hands around her waist, placing my palms flat against her back. I pushed her down until she was laying flush against me, head nestled in my neck, holding her in my arms. She complained slightly, wanting to get back to her ministrations, no doubt the want to completely rip the clothes off my body dominating her thoughts, but at this point, I was content, sitting on the sand, snuggled with the blonde.
It was an amazing feeling. The sand beneath me was warm from all day in the sun, small mounds applying pressure in seemingly all the right places. The feeling of Spencer on top of me, her own warmth trailing from her breath on my neck, to her torso on mine, interlaced fingers, twined legs and feet. We, or at least I, were at a complete peace, merely enjoying the feeling of the skin on skin experience. Wait... skin on skin?
I looked down and saw Spencer lifting my shirt , running her hand along the contours of my stomach, purring in satisfaction. Her own shirt was off, taken off while I was blissed out. The feeling of her skin was too much for me, almost. It was too much sensation, an overload. The air around us seemed to crackle with static electricity, and I almost believed that we would catch on fire, we were so hot.
Something cold touched the bottom of my feet, jerking my attention from where Spencer was resuming her tending to my neck. "Spence... tides almost reached us." I stated, curiously staring at the water creeping up my legs.
She smirked and place a kiss on my lips. "No matter," she stated, kissing me again. She straddled me, and I sighed at the lack of warmth and trailed my hands along her legs. Goosebumps rose on her flesh, and I realised that I wasn't the only one who was feeling the sparks. Immediately she deepened the kiss, hands coming to a rest flat against my stomach.
I curled my fingers in her hair, pushing her closer to me. My tongue traced her bottom lip, enjoying the smoothness of the flesh. She growled almost and opened her mouth, beckoning me in. I slipped my tongue inside, shivering at the thought of where my tongue could be.
I was starting to get drenched, and not in a turned on way. The somewhat cold water was almost distracting, chilling, sobering. So when Spencer's hand started to migrate away from my stomach to down lower, I stopped kissing her back. It was fading, the high from the drug, the bliss, the ultimate not-caring-about-what's-going-on-id-ness that I was feeling not long ago slipping.
Spencer, sensing a change in my body language, looked down at me, eyes confused. "Ash?" she questioned.
I didn't like this, this feeling of reality. I wasn't ready to go back to how we were, not when I was finally so close to the blonde. My hand reached for the pocket in my pants, pulling the baggie out. There was only three left, so I pulled the one out and popped it into my mouth.
Just like last time, the warmth spread, and I forgot what I was worrying about. Why was Spencer looking at me like that? With confusion and... was that lust?
My stomach clench, and I was overwhelmed by smells. Smells of Spencer, the sea, the sweat on our skin, her arousal. I flipped us, trapping her to the bottom. This was more like it
A/N: Gonna stop it here. "What?! But, but..." Sorry. I was supposed to post this yesterday, but my housemate was all like, "Go to bed or I'll rip your sodding head off and use it as a pin cushion. You're annoying." Blink blink. It's okay, I don't like him very much either. Interrupted me where I was going. And I had to rush it because of him. -damn it- SO it's probably not great quality stuff. I'm not too satisfied, so I may go back and rewrite it sometime in the future.
Ready for Samhain/Halloween/31st October? I know I am! Setting up the story format now. Prepare yourselves...
R&R Lolites. Take it as you wish. Rest and Relaxation? Totally. Read and Review? Excellent. As much as I LOVE seeing the readers count go up, I love seeing the review count go up as well. -hint hint- Not working for ya? My brain hasn't worked for me since... well... I'd say sixth form, but I moved before that, sooooo never?