Hello all, long time, I know, and admit that I suck, but we are getting close to the end, and while I know how to end it everything until then is a little fuzzy, so forgive my writer's block/actual life getting in the way. Hope you enjoy this, and special thank you to sofianme, rebel scamp, imaferrari, Rachel2020 and everyone else that has stuck through with the story!
Chapter 25: Burgers and Truths
Ashley was nervous. She kept fiddling with the collar of her jacket that was securely wrapped around her blonde. After showering and leaving the hotel room (which Ashley informed Spencer they would not be returning to) they walked approximately five blocks and stopped in front of a large parking garage.
Ashley simply led the girl inside, walked up to a beautiful, black BMW on the fifth floor, stuck her hand inside the exhaust and produced a car key. Spencer gave the brunette an amused look of disbelief to which the spy merely shrugged and said, "I have a bunch of hidden things through out this city."
Now they waited, in some sort of abandoned construction sight, for Madison to arrive. And while Spencer was nervous as well, she tried to keep calm for Ashley.
Ashley was terrified; she was bringing Spencer so much further into this world by allowing her to be in Madison's presence, but after what happened earlier tonight, Ashley was certain Spencer was safest when they were together. Their newfound disregard for the own safety made it impossible to leave the other alone in these situations.
Spencer slowly slid her hands over Ashley's, which were still fidgeting with the collar of the leather jacket. The blonde gave the girl a small smile, trying to calm her down. Ashley released a big sigh and rested her forehead against Spencer's.
"You look really good in this jacket." The brunette quietly whispered out, knowing she needed to pull herself together. The blonde smiled a little and gave the girl a small kiss replying, "Don't I know it." Ashley barked out a laugh, finding amusement in Spencer's cocky attitude and small smirk. After a beat of silence, the blonde finally had to ask.
"So, what's the plan here Ash? I mean, I think Madison is going to want to know who the hell I am."
Ashley's mind began running through the possibilities. She gave the blonde a once over and asked, "Do you know any languages besides English?"
"Um, I'm assuming 4 years of high school German and pig Latin don't count correct?" The blonde replied wincing a little at her own answer. Ashley gave her a lopsided grin while shaking her head, forever endeared to the blonde's cuteness.
"No, Madison knows German. Um, okay. British accent. You are MI-6, we met on a mission a while ago and I kept in contact. You have been helping me since the whole Aiden thing. Just try not to talk and remember you are Staci Carson."
Spencer's eyes were a little wide with fear, but she nodded her head. Ashley took a step back from the girl, exiting her personal space when she heard a car rumbling down the deserted road. Spencer looked at the brunette and Ashley gave her a calm smile, letting her know everything would be okay.
It never ceased to amaze the blonde how easily the two could switch from being the comforter to the comforted, but in this instance she was glad that Ashley had calmed down enough to allow her a small moment to freak out.
Both eyes turned towards the dark blue Porsche that pulled up. Spencer's eyebrow shot up when she took in the young Latina; she was hot. Spencer had to fight down the sudden swell of jealousy that ran through her. Definitely not the time Carlin.
Ashley stood in front of Spencer, blocking Madison's full view of the girl. Spencer could see the tenseness in the girl's shoulders and she struggled with herself to not reach out to rub the brunette's back as a means of comfort.
Madison's eyes were trained on Ashley. They briefly flickered towards the blonde, her eyebrow quirking up as well, but refocused on the ex spy in front of her. Madison took the girl in, despite the injuries to her face, and the blood stained jeans, she looked good. There was something about her that had changed. The dark, brooding coldness the brunette was famous for now seemed a little forced, and Madison could not imagine what could have happened to Ashley for that part of her persona to change.
When Madison was finally in front of Ashley, Spencer could tell the girl fought the urge to hug the brunette. Spencer felt a pang of sympathy for the Latina. Ashley had informed her that she had always been pretty cold while working at the CIA and Madison was constantly trying to befriend her in their time working together. Ashley admitted that the brunette was the closest thing to a friend she had, and Spencer assumed the young Latina thought of Ashley as a friend. It must feel terrible not being allowed to hug a friend you thought you had lost.
Finally, a smile broke out on Madison's face, "Despite the circumstances, it is good to see you alive Davies. You had me worried there for a while."
"You too Durate, I didn't think you could last a week without me saving your ass." Ashley replied. Spencer could tell there was a smug grin on her face, but was shocked to hear her voice sound so cold and lifeless. Ashley's voice was always so warm and sweet when they were talking, and Spencer was shocked to find out that is another part of Ashley she saved just for her.
"Well, if I remember correctly, it was your dumb ass that called me tonight asking for a bail out. What the fuck was that? And who is the blonde?"
Ashley still shifted slightly in front of Spencer, hoping to protect her in any way she could.
"This is Staci Carson, MI6. We met in London a while back and she has been helping me since the incident with Dennison."
Madison gave Spencer a slight head nod in acknowledgment before turning her gaze back to the brunette, obviously waiting for an explanation. Ashley let out a sigh and tried to order all the facts and conclusions she had come to in the past two weeks.
"We were at the club, not for any reason other than being at a club. I figured since it was mob owned I would be fine, but obviously a wrench was thrown into the plan. Over the past two weeks, I have noticed, and Carson agrees with me, that something is going on with the LA branch.
Those four morons are in charge now, as you know, and there have been a number of deaths and hires in the branch that is unprecedented. I think Snider, along with the rest of those goons are stacking the CIA with their own men, and are working with the mob, to say the least."
Madison gave her a somewhat skeptical look; Ashley wasn't surprised in the slightest. The brunette could hear Spencer shifting behind her. The blonde was aware of Ashley's suspicions, they had been discussing and researching what was going on together, but the tie to the mob was new, obviously gained from whatever transpired in the club. Spencer was just as interested as Madison to hear what brought her to this conclusion.
"Ashley, I know you hate Snider after he got you suspended for breaking protocol, but I don't think that-"
Ashley cut Madison off, "Its not about that. I could give a rat's ass that he got me suspended, right now I am trying to tell you that they are up to something."
Ashley reached towards her back; pulling out the gun she stole from the security guard in the bathroom, and gently tossed it to Madison. Ashley contemplated handing it to the girl, but any plan that involved her stepping away from the blonde was one that was quickly dismissed.
"When I found Rick, he said Geoff had just left. They were to meet with Snider and Blake. He implied they were working with the part of the mob that owned the club; that is how I was identified. Apparently those morons had put a hit out on me through the mob, but decided to take care of it themselves. They said I wouldn't fit into their new CIA. They killed Chief too, when he found out what happened to me.
When I was taking out one of the guards he had that gun on him. It is CIA issued. The security guard in the office with Rick had a CIA gun too. I set it up so Snider and Blake would believe Geoff did the shooting, I left the gun there too so everyone could see someone from the CIA had been there. I am hoping they will all turn on each other now. I'm sorry for the mess Madison, but we didn't have a lot of options."
Madison was slowly nodding her head, trying to take in the information while looking over the gun. She hated this; the CIA was supposed to be good, and now four assholes were breaking that. She felt so helpless.
Madison tossed back the gun. "Don't worry, I got there in time and no one is really asking questions. They assumed it was a mob CIA shoot out, that Rick and I were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Blake showed up, and seemed freaked out after seeing Rick, but I couldn't place why. So what is the next step, how do we stop this?"
Ashley put the gun back in place and contemplated her response. She didn't want to get anymore involved in this. She should just let it be, and make sure she and Spencer were safe. That is the best chance of survival; it is what the old Ashley would do. But she felt the nagging sensation of how wrong all of this was, how many innocent people have died, and could die if no one stopped it.
Spencer saw Ashley's shoulders tense further. She knew the brunette was weighing her options, but Spencer knew in her heart, despite whatever danger they would get thrown into, what the right thing to do was. If they, in anyway, could stop this and protect others, they should. Without wanting to be completely obvious to Madison, but still convey to Ashley what they should do, Spencer took a step forward, bringing herself almost right against Ashley, but still slightly behind her. The blonde's hand discreetly ran across the brunette's back, hoping the simple touch would give the girl the strength to do the right thing rather than the most logical.
Ashley looked up at Madison, her eyes strong and fiery. With such a simple act, Spencer was able to give Ashley everything she needed.
"We need someone outside this branch to help. If these guys are the heads of the department of the LA branch, we need allies in other places. I know someone in D.C. I can call, just to get the ball rolling. We don't need to do much, just plant the seed and leave a trail, and hopefully we can reveal everything once they catch up.
You are going to need to stay in the branch, I will continue to monitor everything I can, as I have been, but you being there will help. But remember Durate, they are killing people, our people. The second you feel something, just run, not a word to anyone, just go. We can regroup and I can keep you safe."
Madison nodded her head knowing that Ashley was already fifteen steps ahead with her plan anyways. Spencer was trying not to beam at the brunette, love and pride swelling in her.
"I'm going to call my D.C. contact and try and set something up, I don't want her to know I am alive yet, but I want her to think I am somehow sending her this information. I'll only be a few seconds."
Ashley's hand lightly brushed Spencer's own, trying to offer the girl some reassurance before stepping away from the two. Madison moved towards Spencer, offering her hand.
"Hi, I'm Madison Durate. Sorry about Davies, she doesn't have the best social skills or etiquette."
Spencer smiled at the girl; it was nice to know not everyone in the CIA was as serious as Ashley. Spencer mustered up her best British accent and replied, "Staci, it is nice to meet you. Ashley has actually talked about you a lot."
Madison gave the girl a look Spencer couldn't really place, and asked, "When did you meet Ashley again?"
"Oh, two years ago, in London, like she said." And before Spencer could even register what was happening Madison was behind her with a knife to her throat. Spencer almost groaned out loud, Not this again is all the blonde could think.
By this time Ashley had turned around and was walking back towards the girls when she saw the knife go to Spencer's throat. Ashley was in front of the girls gun aimed at Madison's head faster than she thought was possible.
"Ashley! It's a fake accent! This bitch is lying-"
"Madison, because I respect you, I am going to say this once and count to three. Let her go, or make no mistake, I will put a bullet between your eyes."
Madison hesitated for a moment, but she knew the look in Ashley's eyes was deadly serious, so she practically shoved the blonde towards the angry spy.
Ashley's arm instantly wrapped around Spencer's waist, and Madison watched in rapt fascination as Spencer buried her face into Ashley's neck, returning the hug. Ashley was whispering something to her, a gentle hand soothingly rubbing the blonde's back; Madison almost fainted as she watched the blonde began to laugh at something Ashley said. Madison saw how almost everything about Ashley's body language changed; the soft, tenderness that came when dealing with the blonde. Madison could see Ashley's shoulders relax the longer the two stayed in contact, and the air of complete trust and protection the brunette poured onto the blonde. It was something Madison had never imagined to see on Ashley Davies, CIA super spy.
Ashley's heart was finally going back to a normal rate. Never in her life did she want to see Spencer in that position, let alone twice in one night. Ashley knew she probably shouldn't be acting this way in front of Madison, but the fear in Spencer's eyes threw all of that out of the window. Spencer needed her, and Ashley would be damned if she let her down, so the brunette hugged the girl, and softly whispered, "Can't leave you alone for two minutes huh?" hoping to get a laugh from the blonde. She sighed in relief when she felt Spencer's laugh against her neck. Spencer slowly extracted herself from the brunette, and stood next to her while their hands remained linked together.
Ashley finally looked up at Madison after raking her eyes over Spencer to make sure she was okay. The poor Latina looked so shocked and confused that the anger almost completely drained out of Ashley. Almost. Spencer had to fight off a laugh after looking at Madison; it was the same dopey look Glen got when he found out the Lakers had cheerleaders too.
Madison finally composed herself and said, "What the fuck was that?"
Ashley gave the girl a half grin and replied, "Is Amy's still open? If I have to tell you the entire truth might as well be over a burger and fries."
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It was silent. Madison, Spencer, and Ashley didn't speak during the car ride to Amy's, and they continued their silence until an unamused looking waitress in her late 50's asked for their orders.
"I'll have the cheeseburger, extra pickles, and a coke." The brunette mumbled.
Spencer closed her menu, "And I'll have a patty melt, with BBQ sauce on the side and an iced tea."
Madison vaguely recalled order something, more doing it to rid the table of the waitress, rather than out of actual hunger. She was ready to hear what the fuck was going on, and wanted the truth, which is why she refused to go in separate cars, and why she was silent this entire time waiting for the two to start explaining.
Ashley and Spencer sat on the same side of the booth, looking at Madison a little hesitantly. It was overwhelming and exciting to think that someone other than them would hear what had happened, to finally get some sort of truth out there. Spencer seemed to be bouncing with nervous energy.
Ashley had driven them to a dive diner a little bit away from the beach. There wasn't another soul in the restaurant, other than themselves and the staff, but then again it was getting close to 5:00 in the morning, and it would be the rare person that would be craving a milkshake right now.
Ashley looked over at the blonde, seeing the excitement in her eyes. It was nothing new for Ashley to have no one to talk to, to keep all new developments about her life to herself, but the brunette could tell that Spencer was having trouble with it. Ashley gave the girl a half grin, lightly squeezed her thigh to get those baby blues to fix on her right now.
Ashley leaned into Spencer, a little grateful that she no longer had to hold herself back in front of Madison, and said, "We need to tell Madison the truth. I'm going to leave it up to you."
Spencer's whole face light up at the thought of finally getting to tell someone about their relationship. She was allowed to gush about this all, and to do it in her own words with the actual truth. It was as if a weight she didn't even know she was carrying was about to be taken away; she had to fight the urge to kiss the brunette within an inch of her life.
Spencer turned back to Madison, who with a curious expression and an expect gaze, waited to hear what was going on. Spencer reached her hand across the table, waiting for Madison to shake it.
"Dr. Spencer Carlin, girlfriend to one Ms. Ashley Davies." And even though Madison had somewhat pieced that together after their displays, it was still shocking and unsettling to hear. So Robocop had a girlfriend…
And before Madison could even utter a word, Spencer began speaking at a speed that was unsettlingly fast, and Madison listened. She watched as Ashley gave little amused smiles at the blonde and her explanations about Garfield cartoons, somersaults in hotel rooms, broken toasters, books, candles, cars, piñatas, and BBQ's, and ultimately about love. About fighting their feelings and losing terribly, about Chelsea and Chelsea's Ashley (whoever the hell they were), and about days in bed, and nights up and talking about dreams.
Madison watched the blonde talk, not just with her hands, but her whole body. Painting a picture of their story, words laced with love, and hate, desperation and frustration, and ultimately a bond neither girl could have imagined. Madison saw the way Ashley listened to Spencer with almost as much fascination as she herself showed. The spy had never been happier for the crappy service of the always-empty diner as she was in that moment.
And as the waitress put down their food, Spencer finally said, "And then we left the hotel to meet up with you."
Spencer finally let out a sigh, relieved to have gotten everything out, even if it was to a relative stranger. She had given the girl her version of the story, adding details that were definitely not necessary, but they were feelings Spencer was dying to let out, and leaving out details that were too intimate, or simply too sweet to give away to anyone. Details she hoped would forever remain between the brunette and the blonde. Ashley had been silent during the entire retelling, as had Madison, but she could feel both of them hanging on to every word she said.
Madison took a moment to let her brain catch up to the story. She watched silently as Spencer placed the side of BBQ sauce on Ashley's plate, and Ashley take all the pickles out of her burger with a grimace as she put them on Spencer's. The girls began eating their meals, Spencer occasionally drinking her tea, and then taking a sip of Ashley's coke while Ashley drenched her burger in BBQ sauce. They seemed to have forgotten about Madison's presence, or easily ignored it while the girl watched on.
So, Spencer was what brought about the change in Ashley, Madison realized. And it was clear to see the devotion that the girl had. The Latina recalled her protective stance when they first met, Madison's eyes raked over the infamous brown leather jacket Spencer was wearing instead of Ashley, she recalled the gentle hand that rested on Spencer's leg as they drove to Amy's, and the quick scan of the restaurant Ashley did before opening the diner door for the girl. It was sweet, sickenly so, but Madison would have never imagined it in a hundred years.
The brunette super spy, always serious, always brooding, was a lovesick puppy, and to this Dr. Spencer Carlin, no less. Madison always just thought of Ashley as an asexual being, never actually needing human contact, but this all seemed right, and to work. Spencer's happy, bubbly, even goofy persona matched Ashley, and complimented her so well. And it broke Madison's heart knowing that maybe that I the kind of person Ashley was before her involvement in the CIA, and whatever else happened in her life. Madison had tried for years to try and get at least part of this side from Ashley that the blonde doctor easily got all of. And while she knew Ashley respected her more than most, and while Madison easily trusted her life and anything she had with Ashley, she never saw anything of the brunette like she saw right now.
And when Madison saw Ashley steal a fry from Spencer's plate while the blonde gave her a look of absolute horror, she couldn't stop herself from laughing uncontrollably. Both girls across the booth stopped their playful fighting to look at the spy across from them with confused faces.
Madison looked up at the couple, seeing their confused and slightly horrified looks, and just continued to laugh even harder. After a few moments, she was able to pull herself together and look at the two.
"I'm sorry, but honestly, if you told me a month ago that Robocop, the CIA bred super spy, was in love, and whipped no less, I would have died on the spot." Madison let out wiping the tears that had formed in her eyes.
Spencer let out a small giggle, while Ashley huffed a little leaning back in the booth, her arms crossed a deadly look on her face. Spencer turned towards the brunette, still slightly laughing, and leaned back as well, bumping her shoulders with the girl. Ashley angry look melted slightly, as Spencer loosened one of her arms to hold onto. And when the blonde placed a quick kiss on the brunette's shoulder, Ashley lost all traces of anger and gave a soft, half smile.
This only caused Madison to laugh again barely getting out, "And I rest my case!" Ashley only rolled her eyes, and wrapped her arm around Spencer's shoulder when the blonde tried to move away from her so she wouldn't embarrass the girl further.
"Shut it Durate, or else Spencer finds out what happened when we were in Vancouver two years ago."
Madison immediately stopped laughing at sat up straight in the booth. Ashley had a smug little grin on her face after seeing that. The meal continued on. It was nice and light, and Spencer was intrigued to talk with someone from Ashley's past. The three were sitting, mindlessly chatting after the table had been cleared when Ashley excused herself to use the restroom. Spencer's eyes followed Ashley, wincing slightly as she watched the brunette walk with a slight limp to her step.
Madison smiled softly at the blonde. Despite having no spy skills at all, Spencer watched Ashley with almost the same amount of protectiveness as Ashley did with Spencer. It was endearing to say the least.
"You are good for her you know." Spencer's eyes left Ashley's retreating form and met Madison's. The blonde gave the girl a slight head tilt and a questioning gaze, urging her to explain.
"I've known Ashley for years. And in those years I can't even count how many times we have both come close to dying, being tortured, and a number of other things that would assumingly bring us close together, but I have never seen her with anyone the way she is with you.
She was known around the office as heartless and cold, and while I knew she was quiet, and kept to herself, I also knew she wasn't heartless. She just protected herself. Even with me, her walls never came down, she didn't even let me think I could glance behind them, but with you, it is like you blew them all up and only you can stroll on by the debris. It is mind boggling."
Spencer smiled at the girl's words. She knew it was an up hill battle for Ashley to allow the openness that she allowed with her, and Spencer was grateful for it. She saw an Ashley that no one has even seen, and Spencer one day hoped others would be allowed to see (to a certain extent).
Spencer simply replied to the girl, "She is the best thing that has ever happened to me."
Madison smiled at the words. She had to fight the urge to give this sweet blonde doctor the over-protective friend chat because Madison knew that Spencer would do more to keep Ashley safe than anyone else in the world would. After a beat of silence Spencer finally had to ask, "Madison, what did Ashley do to get suspended?"
Madison looked down at the table a little sheepishly before replying, "In the CIA we are trained to be cold, get in, do the mission by any means necessary and get out. Simple as that. They have a rule, or protocol that states while on mission if your partner or anyone else gets separated or captured to leave them behind. It is worse if they have two agents rather than one, you know?"
Spencer nodded her head, letting Madison know she was still following and with a sigh the Latina continued, "We were in Spain" Spencer tensed at the mention of the country in regards to Ashley, "and I had gotten separated and captured while Ashley managed to escape. She knew the rules; she was supposed to continue on, leave me behind and go back home. She broke them to save my life. She came back, going ape shit on everyone and only stopped when they threatened to kill me, so she told them she was higher up in the ranks, and was the better agent to keep. She said either let me go and take her instead, or she would blow us all up with a grenade she had. They took her, and while I was fighting to stay, she grabbed me and whispered in my ear, 'Don't come back, don't fight, consider me dead. The last thing I ask of you is to walk away and not turn back.'
So I honored her wishes and a few days later, I have no idea how to this day, she ended up almost dead at one of the safe houses. After she recovered, she was suspended for going back for me by Snider."
Spencer's mind raced and her heart swelled. Her girl, her spy, her best friend, and the love of her life was honestly the best person in the world and it made Spencer want to cry and laugh simultaneously. Madison gave the blonde a small smile. Of course Ashley would never admit to Spencer how truly amazing and badass she was.
Ashley returned to the booth giving both girls a smile and she slid in next to Spencer, offering the doctor a gentle kiss to her temple. Spencer smiled at Ashley; her eyes slightly watering before making the brunette scoot out again so she could compose herself in the bathroom.
Ashley watched Spencer walk towards the bathroom, knowing the tears weren't sad ones, but happy ones, but still looked to Madison with a questioning eyebrow lift.
"What the hell is that about?"
Madison smiled at Ashley, relieved that the brunette wasn't going to murder her upon finding Spencer with tears in her eyes, "I have no idea, homegirl is crazy."
Ashley simply rolled her eyes. Madison was grateful for the chance to speak to Ashley alone, "Love looks good on you Davies. But are you sure, absolutely positive that this is what you want? That you can handle this?"
Ashley looked at her old partner with appreciation. The brunette liked that Madison seemed slightly worried that the blonde would end up being hurt rather than herself; the more people looking out for Spencer the better in the brunette's mind.
"There is nothing I want more in the world than to protect her and make her happy. It is as simple as that Madison. And I am trusting you. Trusting you with my entire world in your hands, and if I find out that you in any way betray her I will devote everything to wrecking you."
Madison met the girl's cold glare with one of her own, much less intense, and slightly faltering, but the best she could manage. "No need for threats Davies, I like her more than you anyways."
Ashley smiled at that. Madison continued on, "So your contact in DC, you will let me know how that goes?" Ashley nodded her head.
"You have my number now, you can call me if anything happens, and I will keep in touch more now that you know what is going on," Ashley replied, but her eyes quickly flicked away from the girl across from her to the girl making her way towards their booth. Madison rolled her eyes, but smiled softly at the lack of attention span these two seemed to have when around one another. She knew they probably wanted a minute.
"Davies, dinner/breakfast is on you. I going to grab a smoke before we leave, you two just meet me outside."
Ashley nodded her head in acknowledgement, but kept her eyes trained on Spencer to make sure she was okay, that whatever the blonde and the Latina had discussed in her absence didn't upset the blonde too much.
Madison quickly retreated, while Spencer slide into the booth next to Ashley again. Ashley wrapped an arm around Spencer's shoulders while the blonde curled into Ashley's side, her forehead resting on the other girl's neck, her arm wrapping around the brunette's stomach.
"You okay?" Ashley quietly murmured into the top of the blonde's head. Spencer nodded and gave the brunette a little kiss on the neck to let her know she was okay. Ashley's arm around the girl tightened slightly at the contact.
"Long night, huh?" Ashley said, looking out of the window at Madison smoking at the sun slowly beginning to come out for the day. Spencer again gave a little nod.
They were quiet for a minute before Ashley said, "I am just going to move us to Jamaica and we won't have to worry about anything ever again." The blonde laughed at that smiling at the thought of hiding away with Ashley forever.
"You are going to have to face the wrath of Chelsea if you take me out of the country. And you know she will find us."
The brunette shuttered at the thought of having to deal with an angry Chelsea, which only caused the blonde to laugh a little harder. They were quiet again, and this time Spencer's eyes took in the Latina quietly smoking outside, seemingly soaking in the fresh rays of light making their way towards the restaurant.
Spencer smiled a little devilishly and pinched the brunette's sides slightly.
"Ow! What was that for?" The brunette questioned, more in shock that Spencer pinched her rather than actual pain.
"You never told me Madison was that hot!" The blonde exclaimed slightly angry, slightly joking, and slightly jealous of all the time the two had probably spent together in the past.
Ashley laughed at the blonde loving that after all this, after seeing Spencer in life threatening situation twice within twelve hours, they could still be happy and light; that they could still simply be Spencer and Ashley.
Ashley's lips went to the top of the blonde's head once more and whispered, "You think she is hot? You should see my new partner."
Spencer smiled at the response, praising the brunette for her slick words with another chaste kiss to her neck before replying, "Let's get your stuff from the apartment and go home Ash."
Spencer slide out of the booth, her hand sliding down to gently grasp Ashley's, so she could pull her along. When both girls her standing, stuck in one of their staring contests, the brunette simply whispered, "Yea, let's go home."