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Two days before Valentine's day, Spencer had seen one of the most attractive women she had ever laid eyes on. It was pretty confusing to her since she wasn't normally attracted to fair-skinned woman. She preferred women like Meilani with her natural tan, or Maya with her caramel skin. If she was being honest with herself, she thought Emily was ridiculously gorgeous, and if she wasn't her student, she'd be just her type. Dark hair, dark eyes, golden skin. But this woman was an all American blonde, Spencer didn't go for white women, and she definitely didn't like blondes. If she went after a Caucasian woman, chances were she had dark hair, she just wasn't particularly attracted to blonde haired women. But this blonde was on another level completely. And with the little interactions she had with her over the past month, she found out Hanna was unbelievably sweet. She kept her distance though because, even though she told Aria she was joking, she truly did want to find out what Hanna Marin-Rivers tasted like. She avoided her at all cost, but there isn't much one can do when your crush shows up at your door.
It was Spencer's twenty-fourth birthday and Emily wasn't in her normal chair by her desk. She had told Spencer she was going to spend much of her morning with Sammy at her grave. So Spencer was all alone when she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in."
"Good morning Miss Spencer English." Hanna called Spencer this since Spencer could barely talk when they met and called herself "English". Hanna looked stunning as usual in a pair of light grey slacks and a light blue dress shirt with a white collar. The color of the shirt made her eyes sparkle even more. Yeah, Spencer had it bad for a woman who was the exact opposite of her "type". She was carrying what had to be twenty balloons, all of them saying happy birthday, and a bouquet of white lilies. "A little birdie told me it was your birthday so I thought I'd get you a little something." She released the balloons and handed Spencer the flowers."
"My goodness Hanna, you didn't have to. That's just...you're too kind for words."
"Well honestly I thought you deserved a little special attention."
"Yeah? Why's that?" Spencer asked as she sat her flowers down.
"I've had regular meetings with kids who were affected by the unfortunate vehicle death of Samara Cook, one Emily Fields in particular."
"You've been talking to Em? She didn't tell me that."
"Well it is confidential" Hanna winked at Spencer and she almost lost her balance, standing in front of Hanna was pure torture. "But I will say this, you have handled Emily exceptionally well, I've never known a teacher to be so involved and caring towards a student. I'm very impressed." Hanna looked up at the balloons. "It's just some balloons and flowers, but it's the thought that counts right Miss English?" She smiled and Spencer once again found it difficult to stand so she took a seat."
"Yes Hanna the thought was sweet and a pleasant surprise, thank you very much."
"Thank you for being such a fantastic teacher and clearly a wonderful person." She moved behind Spencer's desk and lean on it right in front of her. The proximity made Spencer swallow the imaginary lump in her throat. "I really don't know what kind of shape that young lady would be in if it weren't for you, so thank you. We're lucky to have you here a Rosewood."
"Um...thank you, I mean, it's my pleasure to teach these kids. Being there for such a special girl like Emily, it's just an added bonus."
"Are you doing anything tonight?"
"Uh, no, not really. Aria's cooking me dinner like she does every year, but other than that no."
"Why don't you let me take you out for after dinner drinks later than? My treat."
Spencer thought long and hard about Hanna's offer. She wasn't sure she could continue to control herself while they were in her classroom. She was certain she wouldn't be able to keep her hands to herself if they were alone, in a bar, with alcohol in her system. Screw it. She thought.
"Uh, well, if you're buying, I'm drinking. I have to warn you though, I'm a fish so drinks could get pretty pricey."
"A fish?" Hanna asked with a wide smile, clearly amused.
"Yeah I'm a Pisces, we're fish and we drink...a lot. Our tolerance is higher than any other zodiac sign."
Hanna laughed a beautiful melodic laugh. "Well I'm a Virgo, I don't know what animal I am, but my alcohol tolerance is probably higher than yours."
"A virgin."
"Excuse me Miss English?"
"A virgin, the Virgo is a virgin woman."
Hanna laughed again. "Hmmm, I'm far from a virgin. Aren't virginal women suppose to be sweet, pure, and innocent? I'm none of those, and I can drink anyone under the table, including you Miss English."
"Wanna bet?" Spencer challenged.
"What do I win?"
"You're assuming you're gonna win? Funny. When I win, you have to be my slave for a week. You have to do whatever I say and can't complain no matter how ridiculous the request."
"Fine, so when I win, you'll be my slave for a week? Great, I like that idea."
"Whatever. You got yourself a bet, what's your number." Spencer pulled out her phone and let Hanna save her number.
"Hey, so I'm not misreading anything here, you're into women right?" Spencer simply nodded. They shook on the bet and Hanna left. Spencer knew she wouldn't be able to keep her promise to Aria, not anymore.
X
Spencer and Emily sat in the same Cold Stone Creamery she and Meilani frequented during happier times. There weren't many people in the store seeing how it was the middle of winter, but Emily and Spencer couldn't have been more content sharing an ice cream cake.
"March 14th should be a holiday or something." Spencer said.
"Why?"
"Do you know how many awesome people were born today?" Emily shook her head. "Well let's start with the obvious, you and me. Stephen Curry, Albert Einstein, Billy Crystal, oh, Quincy Jones, that man is a legend!" Spencer said with glee. Emily just shrugged and continued to eat her cake. "How's it feel to be sixteen?"
"Like it felt to be fifteen not twenty-four hours ago."
"What's wrong Em? Are you sad because of Sammy?" Spencer asked.
"A little, but it was nice to be with her this morning. And by that I mean sit and talk to her tombstone like a crazy person."
"Hey," Spencer took Emily's hand. "If it makes you feel better or closer to her, then you shouldn't belittle that. Plenty of people visit gravesites of loved ones, it's comforting."
"I guess...I told my mom I'm gay a few days ago."
Spencer paused for a moment wondering if she heard her correctly. "You what?" She asked in a monotone.
"I came out to my mom."
"Wow, I...how'd that go? What made you do it?"
"She was getting on my nerves."
"I'm not following Em." Spencer shook her head.
"She was getting on my last nerve talking about how I need to start functioning again and do this and do that, and stop being in my room all the time. I'm sick of her. So...I told her I was gay to leave me alone."
"Um..." Spencer couldn't really digest what Emily was telling her. "Well, uh, how'd uh, what she say?"
"She was pissed." Emily snickered. "It was perfect. I was kinda a dick about it though."
"How so?" Spencer was growing perturbed.
"I just gave her way too many details, like how in love we were and how we were gonna start a family, oh, and I told her about the first time we made love. Her face was priceless." Emily was full on laughing at that point."
"Stop laughing!" Spencer sneered causing the employees and two other customers to look in their direction. "This isn't funny, what the hell is wrong with you?! When you come out, you wanna do it with ease, with grace, so hopefully there won't be much fallout. Especially with a religious mother like yours! You shouldn't have done that and this isn't a damn joke!" Spencer reprimanded, sharply.
Emily's face fell and tears began to pool in her eyes, once Spencer saw she had almost brought the girl to tears, she changed her tone completely. "Shit, I mean shoot, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have raised my voice. I just need you to understand the seriousness of what you did. That was pretty foul Em."
"I know."
"How has it been around the house?" She was now concerned more than anything.
"I've barely seen her, and when she is there she won't look at me."
"But that's what you wanted, wasn't it?"
"Yeah."
"Emily, what in the world made you tell her now? Seriously, after Sammy was already gone...it couldn't have been just to get her off your case."
"Honestly Spence, I felt like such an idiot for never telling everyone, including my mom, that Sammy and I were in love. Sammy wanted my mom's approval so bad, she loved my mom like so so so much, they were butt buddies. She just wanted my mom to accept us and to know how in love she was with me. She begged me literally all the time to tell them, but I was always too afraid. So when my mom started saying how she understood because they were close too, I had to let her know, she could never understand unless my dad was killed. Then she'd know, she'd know my fucking pain." Emily let a few tears fall before wiping them quickly.
"Em...eat your cake. I need to process what you've just told me before I can be of any help. Chances are you're gonna need a lot of it to smooth things over with Mrs. Fields." Spencer phone rang and it was the last number she'd thought she'd see.
"Who is it Spence?"
"Mel."
Emily froze for a moment, she felt like a tank just ran over her heart, she didn't want Spencer's ex fiancé to be calling her. She didn't like having her birthday with her favorite person, alive, to be interrupted, especially not by her. "Don't answer that." Emily said firmly before she could stop it from flying out of her mouth.
"I...I have to, something could be wrong." Emily rolled her eyes as Spencer pressed accept.
"Hello?"
"Nani."
"Mel."
"How are you?"
"Well, and you?"
"I've been better."
"Oh God what's wrong?" Spencer heart started to race a mile a minute.
"Nothing exactly, just been burying myself in work trying to get over my fiancé leaving me after my mother passed away suddenly. It's been a rough four months." Meilani paused. "I'm sorry, that was a low blow."
"Yes, it was." Spencer said quietly.
"Um, I really just called to say happy birthday, not to make you feel bad, I swear."
"Uh, thanks."
"Nani?"
"Yes?"
"I've been trying here, but I don't think I can do it."
"Do what?" Spencer asked suspiciously.
"Continue life without you being by my side, I'm trying and I'm failing miserably. I don't do anything but work because it's the only thing that keeps my mind off you. But I can't just work twenty-four seven."
"What do you expect me to say Meilani?"
Meilani sighed deeply. "Nothing I suppose. I didn't mean to be a bother, I just had to give it another..." She fell silent. "Happy birthday Spencer." She hung up.
Spencer hadn't realized she'd stopped breathing until oxygen inhabited her lungs again. She looked across the table at Emily who had sort of a smug grin dancing on her lips.
"I told you don't answer it." She shook her head and finished her cake.
X
After an amazing early dinner with Aria, and shaking off Meilani's unexpected call, Spencer was dressed to impress for her night out with Hanna. It was a school night but tomorrow's Friday which is her movie day, so she wasn't worried. She knew she couldn't get too drunk, but planned on having a good time. She couldn't stop thinking about the motivation behind Hanna asking if she were into women. Hanna was a straight, married woman with a toddler at home, why did it matter. She shook those thoughts off and gave herself the once over in the mirror. Hanna told her casual so she wore her black studded leather jacket over a white v neck long-sleeved shirt. Black skinny jeans and fire red pumps. Just as she finish applying her last touch of mascara, Hanna texted to say she was downstairs. Hanna took her breath away as soon as she walked out of her building, she was standing by a taxi with her long blonde hair in messy waves. She wore a navy blue combat jacket which was unzipped revealing her light blue jean shirt. Her jeans matched perfectly and she had on nude pumps, she looked good enough to eat. As Spencer got closer, she saw the smokey eye makeup she wore which only made her clear blues eyes pop.
"Hey slave." Hanna said playfully as she gave Spencer a hug.
"Don't get ahead of yourself."
"Yeah, yeah whatever slave, get in."
"Why are we in a cab?" Spencer asked once they were both seated comfortably.
"Cause I'm getting wasted and so are you, someone had to be the designated driver." Hanna said, laughing.
"Oh...good move."
X
"One more s-shot birthday girl." Hanna slurred as she poured more tequila in Spencer's shot glass.
"Hanna, I can't." Spencer said in almost a whisper.
"What was that?"
"I can't!" Spencer shouted and Hanna clapped her hands. She threw back her shot.
"Okay so since I'm clearly less drunk than you are and you j-just denied to drink another shot, I win."
"Yeah, whatever, you win."
"What was that?"
"You heard me."
"I can't believe the all mighty fish didn't stand a chance against the virgin." Hanna teased. She asked the bartender for a water to give to Spencer and called them a cab. When they arrived back at Spencer's, Hanna paid the fare and walked Spencer to her apartment.
"You got any bananas?" She asked once Spencer managed to get the door open.
"Yeah, on t-top of the uh, the uh..."
"The fridge? I see them." She laughed and took her jacket off, throwing it over a chair.
"Why do need one?" Spencer slurred.
"Here eat it, it'll sober you up, and you won't have a hangover in the morning."
"Oh." Spencer grabbed the fruit and struggled to peel it. After watching her and laughing, Hanna finally helped. "How are you g-gonna get home?"
"I have some clothes in my giant pocketbook here, is it alright if I stay?"
"Sure...what time is it?"
"Uh..." Hanna sat on the couch and Spencer joined her, she went in her purse to fish out her phone. "It's only a little past midnight.
"Oh, that's not that bad." Spencer said feeling a little less drunk. "Don't you want a banana too?"
"I want something else in my mouth slave."
Spencer perked up at the possible implication. Hanna seized the moment to inch near Spencer, in an instant, she connected their lips. Spencer pulled Hanna off her.
"Hanna, what are you doing, you're married."
"And you're my slave, wasn't that the bet?"
"Yeah but..."
"But nothing, I see the way you look at me, I'm not blind Spencer."
"Han..." Before she could continue to protest again, Hanna pressed their lips together. Spencer slid back to the arm of the couch and pulled Hanna on top of her. Hanna helped Spencer out of her jacket and tossed it on the coffee table. Spencer ripped open Hanna's shirt and attacked her neck and chest, placing sloppy kisses everywhere eagerly. She roughly grabbed Hanna's breast while she sucked on her neck. Hanna's moans only fueled Spencer to start biting. She removed Hanna's bra and started to circle her nipple with her tongue. Hanna abruptly pushed Spencer down, and sat up.
"You have a strap on slave?"
Spencer averted her eyes. "Yes, why."
"Because I want you to fuck me with it silly. And you better fuck the shit out of me, you're young, you should have tons of energy." Hanna pulled Spencer's shirt over her head, she bent down and sucked on her neck. Spencer hadn't felt this good in months. Even with all the casual sex she was having, she wasn't exactly having fun, Hanna was loads of fun. "Plus, you're my sex slave for the next seven days, so you have to do whatever I want you to do, wherever. Got it?"
"Got it." Spencer held Hanna tight as she got up from the couch, she carried her into her room and threw her on the bed. She went in her closet to get the strap she hadn't used in who knows how long. She tore the rest of her clothes off, put on the toy and went back into the room. Hanna was already completely naked with her legs spread wide on the bed and her hand in between her legs. The small circles she was making elicited the sexiest moans Spencer had ever heard. She hurried over to the side of her bed and ripped open her dresser drawer, looking for a condom. When she found it, she rolled it on and hopped on the bed.
"Damn, you couldn't wait for me?" She asked, staring at Hanna pleasing herself.
"Mmmm, just tryna get warmed up."
"This is this is the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"Yeah? How long have you been wanting to fuck me?"
"Since the second I saw you." Spencer replied without taking her eyes off Hanna's center.
"Mmmm, really?" Spencer nodded her head. "You wanna taste me?"
"Fuck yes, I mean..."
Hanna giggled. "Come eat then."
X
Spencer woke up groggy and sore, but minus a hangover. She instantly got nervous feeling a body wrapped around hers. In all the one night stands she had since her and Meilani broke up, she never brought one home. She wondered how she could have got so drunk, then wondered where Hanna was. After blinking multiple times to focus her vision, she pulled away from the body beside her. There she was, Hanna, the woman she'd been dreaming about sleeping with for the last month. In her bed. Naked. Spencer was thrilled but upset she couldn't remember a thing. Her clock read 5:47am. She shook Hanna awake.
"Hanna. we gotta get ready for school in a bit."
Hanna groaned. "Ugh, let's hooky."
"I can't today is Friday."
"Exactly, so let's sleep all morning and fuck all afternoon slave. Did you forget you have to do what I tell you."
Spencer felt flushed hearing her words, but stood firm. "Friday's are my special day with Emily."
Hanna opened her eyes and wiped sleep out of them. "Don't you spend everyday with her?"
"Yeah...but Fridays are special. Look it's our thing okay, and I can't miss Fridays, she'd kill me."
"I guess you have two people you take orders from now, huh?" Hanna chuckled.
"Shut up. Um...what happened last night?"
"I'm offended. You don't remember? I'm so good in bed, how dare you not remember." Hanna taunted.
"Yeah well things are a little foggy."
"Okay well let's see, you ripped my shirt and popped my buttons, then you started to lick, suck, and bite all over me. Which I'm sure has left a mark."
Spencer moved Hanna's head to the right and gasped at the rather large hickey on her neck and the bite marks on the top of her breast. "Oh my goodness Hanna, I'm so sorry."
Hanna shrugged and continued. "Then we made out on the couch for a little before you picked me up. I got undressed while you got your strap on. I played with myself and when you got back you watched me. You said it was the hottest thing you had ever seen."
Hearing Hanna retell last night was turning Spencer on to know end. But she quietly listened.
"You watched me for a little while before I asked if you wanted to taste me. You over zealously devoured me. It was so fucking good, mmmm that mouth of yours. After I came in your mouth you turned me over and started eating me from behind. Out of nowhere you stopped and rammed the dildo in me. You started tearing my little pussy up, but it wasn't nothing I couldn't handle. I started throwing it back, but it was nothing you couldn't handle." Hanna winked. "Then you pushed me flat on the bed and got on you feet to ride me. You were fucking the shit out of me saying some of the nastiest things I ever heard. Who would have known Spencer English was and expert dirty talker? Anywho, you flipped me over on my back and by that time I had at least four orgasms."
Spencer propped herself up on her elbow and absently ran her fingers through Hanna's hair as she listen to the events that took place just hours ago.
"So you're on top of me, pounding my pussy, hard as fuck. I screamed so loud I'm surprised no one called the cops, but trust me, the neighbors know your name." Spencer burst into laughter and Hanna joined her. "So you're on top and you're all like "you love this dick don't you?" and of course I'm screaming "yes, yes, yes!" Then you're like "say my fucking name" and I started screaming your name. So you asked me if I wanted to ride your dick, to which I obviously replied fuck yes. You pulled out of me and climb up my body and told me to suck it first."
"I what?!" Spencer asked mortified at her aggressive behavior. Hanna rubbed her face and smiled. "Hanna I'm sorr..."
"Spencer, I loved it, every second. So you shoved the dildo in my face and I started to suck my juices off. You told me that was the second hottest thing you'd ever seen. You start fucking my mouth and I almost came." Hanna bit her lip and moaned at the memory. "Then you got on your back and I rode you like a champion. We fucked for hours, we just finished only a couple of hours ago." She said looking at Spencer's alarm clock. "You're amazing, and you aren't too bad in bed either."
At that moment Spencer knew she was in a world of trouble. She felt like she was in quicksand, unable to stop the sinking. The fact of the matter was, she liked this woman, this married woman. It was wrong to have slept with her, but the deed was done.
"You have a very vivid way of telling stories."
"I try."
"Hanna, I know it's a little bit too late to be asking but what about your husband..."
"Oh, him. He lets me do what I want. The truth is Spencer he and I haven't been intimate since Lizzie died. I was broken and empty and five months pregnant. I didn't want him touching me I can barely look at him to be honest."
"Why?" This was the first time Hanna had mentioned her daughter or husband, so naturally Spencer was curious.
"Because...he was grieving just like I was but I couldn't deal with his grief, the bond between a father and a child has no comparison to the bond between a mother and a child. Not to say he wasn't feeling the loss but he could never understand what I felt. I guess I resented him because I thought there was no way he could be in as much pain as me. It was selfish and stupid and it caused a major rift between us." Hanna sighed and took a deep breath. "Eventually he started sleeping in our guest bedroom. When Abigail was born and the six-weeks passed and we could have sex again I still didn't want him touching me. But I wanted to feel...something. One night I went to this bar and this married couple was checking me out, I was drunk and they were drunk and asked if I wanted to join them."
"And you did." Spencer deduced.
"Yeah, and it was awesome. But I really liked the way the wife made me feel. So I started hooking up with random women. It's been exhilarating and fun but I decided to stop sleeping around like six or seven months."
"Why me?" Spencer wondered.
"I find you to be so beautiful Spencer, not like typically beautiful, but classically beautiful. Like Sophia Loren or Audrey Hepburn. And you're graceful and kind. When I first saw you I was immediately drawn to you but we work together so I tried to keep it in check."
"What changed?"
"Emily. She talks about you all the time and the things she tells me...you're simply wonderful Spencer English. I really couldn't help myself."
Hanna smiled at Spencer and she smiled back, they almost kissed but Spencer's alarm went off. As they got ready she thought about how Emily had gotten her laid.
X
The time Emily had spent with Spencer was marred by her coming out story and Meilani's impromptu call. But they continued to talk and enjoy their ice cream cake. When Emily got home her mother wasn't there, as usual. There was a birthday card waiting on her pillow but that's it. Emily tossed the card in her nightstand drawer without opening it. Her mom hadn't said much of anything to her since she came out, and Emily was grateful. She quickly tired of her mother trying to help her feel normal again, there was no feeling normal. The knock on her door surprised her, especially since her mom hadn't bothered to come anywhere near her room lately. She figured it was because it was her birthday.
"Hey Emmy."
"Dad! Oh my God dad, what are you doing here?" Emily jumped off her bed and flung her arms around her father's neck. "Dad its a thursday don't you have to work?"
"And miss my baby's birthday? I don't think so." He hugged Emily tightly for a while before her let her go. "Let's sit down."
"Is mom here?" She asked warily.
"No, she's still at work. Um, Emmy, I came for your birthday but also because your mom asked me to come."
"For what?" Emily suddenly felt defensive, she knew why her mom called her dad.
"She told me that...you told her something. It really upset her. She thinks you told her with the intention of upsetting her."
"I did, that was exactly my intention."
"So it's not true?" Wayne asked looking relieved.
"No, it's very true. It's the most true thing about me. Sammy and I were in love. When she died, I didn't lose a friend, I lost my girlfriend." A single tear left her eye before she could wipe it.
"Oh." Wayne stood up and walked over to Emily's dresser where he stood still and silent for what felt like forever. "Okay. Um...so you're...gay?"
"Yes. And mom is handling it like a trooper." Emily said sarcastically.
"Emmy, you have to give her time, she wasn't even sure if what you told her was the truth or not. She thought yo were trying to hurt her."
"Hurt her?! So she's in pain because I'm gay?!" Rage was bubbling inside of her.
"Emmy calm down. It's not...it's not an easy thing to find out about your child."
"So you hate me now too?"
"Of course not, and neither does your mother. We're just shocked."
"Speak for yourself Wayne." Pam said from the doorway.
"Look!" Emily said as she stood up from her bed. "I don't need this, it's my birthday!"
"Emily, do not raise your voice to you mother or me. Sit down. Pam let's talk about this."
"What is there to talk about? So this is true huh, you were with Sammy...in that way, for over a year?"
"Isn't that what I told you?"
"Emily..." Wayne warned.
"Did you have sex in my house?"
"Yep, tons of it."
"Emily!" Wayne wasn't pleased with his daughter's behavior in the least bit. "Cut that out right this instant."
"Would it have been better if I was screwing a guy? Would that make you happy mom?"
Her mom looked like she was about to pass out. "Emily, you're not who I thought you were, in fact I don't know you at all. You're disgusting."
"Pam, why would you say something like that?" Emily watched her father close in on Pam, she was stuck after hearing what her mom really thinks about her. "Don't say things like that, she's still our little girl."
"She's a sinner Wayne, she was having sex with a girl, and she's telling us she's gay? That's disgusting and it's wrong and she's going to burn in hell."
"Pam!"
"Are you okay with this?" Pam grilled her husband.
"I'm not thrilled, but she's my daughter and she's still the same person she was before you called me. Who are you to say she's going to hell?"
"Because it's true. You think I want my daughter to live a life like this, and to know she's going to burn in hell?"
Emily stood up and wedged herself between her mom and dad. She was much taller than her mother so she looked down at her with fire in her eyes. "Fuck you." She said as cold and menacing as she could, then ran down the stairs and out the door.
X
"It's so messed up, I know. But now you see why I didn't want to tell them, well her." Emily said while leaning on Samara's granite headstone. "I wish you were here Sammy, you have like no clue how much I need you. You promised...you promised you'd never leave me Sammy!" Emily began to weep.
"Emily?"
She jumped. "What do you want? Here to disrespect the dead?"
"Of course not, I would never."
"Well you've been disrespecting me, can't imagine what you think about her." Emily said throwing her thumb over her shoulder to Samara's grave.
"Emily, I loved Sammy...so so much." Pam took a seat next to her daughter. "Hearing that you two were...involved, doesn't diminish my love for her."
"Just for me right?"
"I deserve that. But what I didn't deserve were those foul words you said to me before you ran out the house. I shouldn't have said the things I was saying, but don't ever speak to me like that again."
"Whatever."
"Em, after not knowing where you were for all these hours and driving around talking to your dad, I realized how wrong I was. I'm very sorry. This is your life and you may live it the way you choose. I don't like it, but I...I'm not going to judge you anymore. That's what I was doing and I'm very very sorry. It's not my place to say who gets into heaven or not. Plus your dad read some scriptures to me to knock me down a few pegs, can't argue with the Bible. I've asked God to forgive me for my vile behavior and I hope you can too. You're my daughter and who you love...it has nothing to do with that. I'm sorry. I love you so much sweetheart."
Emily knocked the wind out of Pam when she crashed into her body for a bone crushing hug.
X
"So...your husband." Spencer started as she waked Hanna to her office.
"What about him?"
"Have y'all worked on your relationship?"
"We don't want Abby to grow up in a broken home so until she's old enough we'll stay there together. After that I don't know, but we haven't been husband and wife for a very long time."
"Oh. So...uh Pastor Ted, he's not your dad right?" Spencer asked, changing the subject.
"No, he and my mom got married years after she and my dad got divorced."
"Oh. Okay."
"Anything else you wanna ask detective?"
"I'm sorry." Spencer flushed in embarrassment.
"It's okay, you're trying to find out about me...I like it. Walk me in?" Hanna pointed to her office door. Hanna closed the door behind Spencer and slowly pushed their bodies together until Spencer hit the door. "How about a quicky slave?" Hanna placed a soft kiss on Spencer's lips. Their tongues met and the kiss deepened. Hanna pulled Spencer as she walked backwards to her desk, which she hopped on. She put her legs around Spencer's waist bringing her closer. Her hands went up Spencer's shirt as she moaned at the feeling of her lips on hers.
"You're a good kisser." Spencer breath against her mouth.
"Likewise Ms. English. Now take your pants off and sit in my chair so I can taste you." She kissed Spencer again, but she reluctantly pulled away.
"As much as I would love that, I have to get to Emily. I'm already late." She kissed her again, this time Hanna broke the kiss.
"What does that Emily have on you?"
"Nothing." Spencer said innocently.
"She's got some type of hold on you." Hanna said narrowing her eyes at Spencer.
"Okay well...as inappropriate as it is, she's my friend." She admitted. "She's an awesome kid, and crazy mature for her age, I feel like I can talk to her about anything. And...she's my friend." She repeated. "She's had a rough few months and I'm just trying to be there for her."
"Spencer, your kindness is so rare." Hanna kissed her again, this time more tender. Spencer noticed the difference. "I guess I'll let you off the hook this one time, but you have to come back at lunch, I'm sure you'll be a remarkable meal."
"If you don't stop talking like that Emily is gonna wring my neck cause I won't make it." The next kiss lasted another five minutes before they could tear themselves apart. Spencer unwillingly left Hanna's office. Emily was waiting outside her door.
"You're never late Spence."
"I know. I'm sorry sweetie, I had a little too much fun for my birthday."
"No such thing as too much fun."
"If you say so." Spencer opened her door while smiling to herself. "How was the rest of your special day?"
"Ugh."
"What's wrong?" Spencer asked with more panic than she intended. Emily told her of the evening she had and although the story started out less than favorable, Spencer was glad to hear how it ended. "Well that's a start."
"I suppose." Emily hung her head.
"You know what you need?"
"What?"
"A hug!" She scooped Emily into her arms and her feet dangled until Spencer put her down. She didn't let go, she held her for a while as Emily rested her head on her favorite teacher's shoulder. Her deliciously perfect teacher. For the first time in almost a year, Emily wished she could do more than hug Spencer.
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