Chapter 26? Well, were slowing down on the drama for a while but it's going to start up before the ending. Which is close, can't see it yet but it's in the distance.
Not a fan of this chapter, no planning went into it at all but I thought I'd write something at least.
Thanks for the reviews so so much. I know I've promised a proper FOF and I will do one, but I just keep forgetting. I have another doc. saved that has them on but I just -- Eh, I don;t know. I will do a proper one though, promise.
26. Black Black Heart.
A small moan tumbled from Spencer's lips as Ashley continued to nip and suck at her neck. The two had decided to go out for the day, but Ashley had gotten them as far as the front door before launching an all out assault on Spencer's neck. She couldn't be blamed though; the blonde had been modeling her new top in Ashley's bedroom and then simply walked down the stairs as if she hadn't affected the girl at all.
She was either very stupid or very clever.
"Ash..." Spencer breathed out, unable to continue as Ashley's nimble fingers lifted her t-shirt a little higher; her stomach muscles flexed under the soft touch of the brunette. "Wait, I thought we were...I thought...Kyla." She let her arms be pushed above her head and Ashley's body fell right into place against hers, one knee was in perfect position and Ashley quickly used it to her advantage.
It had been a week since she had admitted to Kyla that she was in love with the blonde girl. A week since her cousin grabbed her and jumped around saying that Ashley was "just too adorable." She wasn't sure of what to do though. Should she tell Spencer? Hope for the best and accept whatever answer she was given? Or should she just wait it out a little longer?
She wanted the timing to be right, because Spencer deserved more than a random text in the middle of the night which stated the brunettes love for her. She wanted it to be face to face so she could judge the reaction and know if she should run or not.
Another moan caused Ashley to sigh against soft skin. She had moved her kisses to the dip in Spencer's t-shirt, only as far as the girl usually let her go. She had yet to see the blonde topless, not counting that one time at the party. To be truthful, it was driving Ashley a little crazy with desire. She wanted Spencer, wanted to taste her and touch her but she knew better than to push. So she would wait, until then she would deal with these small moments.
"Ashley, dear, would you please tell -- Oh, who are you?" Ashley pulled back quickly from the blonde at the sound of her mother's voice. As usual the woman was dressed in a pricey business suit, topped with her 80's hairstyle and shining diamond ring.
"Mom this is Spencer." She motioned to the blushing girl who was sorting out her t-shirt and peeling herself from the side of the wall. "Spencer, this is my mom."
"Hi I'm sorry about -"
"Nice to meet you, dear." The older woman gave her a dismissive hand wave and proceeded back to the hand in task. "Ashley, remember when I told you about my trip to London?"
"No."
"Well I told you. You were probably too busy with one of your...friends to notice." She gave Spencer the once over, earning her a glare from her daughter and causing the blonde to look at the floor.
"Whatever, what is it you need to tell me? And why are you even home?" Ashley narrowed her eyes. She was certain her mom was in some other country for a week, or so.
"I came back early because the trip I was telling you about has been put forward." Heels clicked loudly in the marble hallway as she approached her daughter. "I assume you have enough money to hold you over until I get back, right?" Instead of waiting for an answer she dug in her purse and produced several notes. "Not that you need my money, but here I don't want to be told I'm not doing this mother thing correctly." She held out the wad of notes, which was taken by Ashley.
"Thanks mom." She flicked through the roll, there had to be at least 500 there and not one cent did she need. She had her own money, in her own account that she chose not to touch yet. "But you're right I don't need it. And so you know, you don't do this mother thing properly." She reached for Spencer's hand as she put down the cash on the table.
"You don't make it easy. You're not exactly up for daughter of the year, sweetie." Ashley rolled her eyes at the statement and opened the large doors, Spencer following behind with her hand linked with her girlfriends.
"I was until I told you I was gay." She sent a dirty look over her shoulder but she knew the woman would hardly be affected by it. Ashley knew she would probably cry if she died or something, but Christine Davies was not a maternal woman and Ashley was hardly going to try and be a daughter.
"That's not true, Ashley. I told you I don't care that you are. We've just grown apart is all."
"Daughters and their mothers don't grow apart." She dropped Spencer's hand for a second but her heart leapt when the blonde simply linked their fingers once more, showing her support. "I'm sick of waiting around for you to love me again. I need a mom, not a friend."
"Ashley I do --"
"I'll see you when you get back, Christine." The brunette shut the door before the woman could say anything and was in her car before the door opened again. She looked from behind the wheel to see her mother waving at her, a look of remorse on her face and an obvious guilt in her eyes. Ashley sighed loudly and raised a hand in reassurance before setting the car into reverse and making her way out of the driveway.
"Are you okay, Ash?" Spencer voice was small and it caused a smile to break out on the girls face. The blonde was everything that she needed, and then some.
"I'm fine, Spence." She reached across and linked their fingers, bringing the hand to her mouth and kissing the knuckles softly. "I'm sorry you had to see that, though. Especially with everything at home."
"It's okay." Spencer smiled at Ashley's concern, even though it had been her having the argument with her mother. "I'm sorry we were interrupted."
"Yeah, well, next Tuesday will be our one month anniversary." Ashley paused quickly. Was it wrong to remember something like that? Sappy?
"I know, but I was thinking we do something on Saturday instead? Because it's the weekend and...Well -" Spencer hesitated, knowing how Ashley was with commitment and relationships. "I mean, only if you want to."
"Of course I want to, Carlin." She turned onto the main road and set about heading to the mall. They were already twenty minutes late for meeting Kyla but she knew Taylor and Aiden would keep her company until they got there. "Saturday it is then."
"Saturday."
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"I swear I will break your neck if you don't give me it!" Kyla's distinctive shriek could be heard from across the food court where Spencer and Ashley were only just making theirselves present. They both walked over to the noise to find Aiden in a headlock, chocolate ice-cream held out to the side and Kyla, her face red from exertion, trying desperately to reach the treat over his back . Her short arms stumped her progress though and Aiden still had a smile stuck on his face. He loved teasing the poor girl mercifully.
"Say please, Kyla." He shifted out of her hold and stumbled a few steps back before sticking out his tongue and pulling the ice-cream towards his mouth.
"If you want to keep that tongue I suggest you put it away." She lowered her gaze on the guy and Ashley felt almost like she was watching a bull-fight and any minute now Kyla was going to charge at Aiden.
"Say please." He grinned at her and lifted the cone high in the air as a five-foot four angry blur, also known as Kyla, launched herself at him.
Ashley rolled her eyes and joined Taylor at the table. She was painting her nails and looking up now and again to make sure that Kyla hadn't found out they kept knives in a tray close to where they were sat.
"What's happening?" Ashley asked, beaming when Spencer sat close to her and held her hand in her lap.
"Aiden stole Kyla's ice-cream that she's been having an urge for all day." Taylor looked over in a non-committed way at Kyla and Aiden, who were now panting heavily from running through the tables, and then glanced back to the couple. "I didn't tell him it'd be suicide. You Davies clan are awfully protective over things like that."
"Yeah." Ashley feigned interest in the girl but was more taken by the patterns Spencer was making on her palm.
"Do they always argue like this?" The blonde asked, completely amused by their antics but never ceasing to quit her movements on the wriggling brunette's palm. She had learnt the girl had ticklish hands, but in some weird way she liked when Spencer did it. Still, it made the brunette squirm in her seat.
"Yeah, they've been at it since they were younger." Ashley explained. "We would to go Baltimore, me and Aiden, and do whatever kids do. Play out, climb trees - well they did, because I'm not getting my jeans dirty for them - and it always ended with Kyla getting frustrated with Aiden's teasing."
"I could take that in so many directions." Taylor spoke up, inspecting her nails and then flashing a toothy grin to the pair. "You two are adorable, you know?" She spoke as if her chest wasn't tightening. But the blush on Ashley's cheeks and Spencer biting her lip made it seem less of an issue. They were kind of adorable.
"Yeah, we're hot." Ashley grinned, receiving an eye roll and a scoff in return. A loud curse word filtered to their table and all three looked at each other amused.
"I'm going to make sure Kyla is okay." Spencer leant across and kissed Ashley's cheek briefly, making the brunettes eyes widen. "Don't panic, I only kissed your cheek." She smiled sweetly, before standing up and going over to the two other teenagers.
"So." The lighter brunette smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief, as she leant forward in her chair. She let her hands rest on her barely covered knees, thanks to her skirt, and let a smirk replace the smile as she stared down Ashley. In front of her the girl shifted uncomfortably and looked over to Spencer, only to find her and Kyla had both ganged up on her best friend.
"So what?"
"A little bird told me a tale, about you." She pointed a finger at Ashley who grabbed it and squeezed a little.
"What do you know and who told you?"
"Hey there Rambo. Scared I know something I shouldn't?"
"I don't get scared." Ashley said, letting go of the finger and moving back in her chair. Her calm image faded as she leant forwards again. "Tell me what you know, please."
"I've heard you're having feelings, big feelings, towards Carlin." They both looked over at the three friends, Spencer and Kyla stood defiant as Aiden sulked in the ice-cream queue. The chocolate one was nowhere to be seen, and Ashley had a feeling she didn't want to ask.
"Uh, who told you?" She decided to try and side-step that question for now.
"I can't say it's confidential." She lifted up her Frappachino, and took a drink when Ashley declined a taste when offered.
"Taylor, please?"
"Oh, calm down." The brunette smiled at her friend and put her drink down. "Nobody told me, I can see it all over your face and judging by your reaction; I'm right." She watched a blush stain Ashley's cheeks, the second of the day and smiled.
"Whatever, it's not a big deal." Unconsciously she kept glancing over to her blonde, making sure she was okay and in eye-sight. She didn't like the feeling of not knowing where she was and missing her presence.
"It so is. Someone has managed to tame Ashley Davies in a matter of weeks that's -"
"Something you've done before." Ashley cut her off, stealing the Starbucks container and taking a sip. She pulled a face. "Do you want any coffee with your sugar?"
"I like it sweet."
"It's an iced coffee. You don't need sugar in it." She argued, handing her back the drink and running her tongue over her lips.
"Tell it to my taste buds." Taylor waved her off. Any uncomfortable tension that was going to settle over Ashley's first comment disappeared and she was grateful for it. But, at the same time, she didn't want Taylor to think she didn't mean anything; because she did. It was just, Spencer was her everything now.
"I'll tell it to your waistline." Looking to her right she saw the trio walking towards her. "Carlin, tell Taylor not to have so much sugar in her coffee."
"Why?" The blonde settled in next to Ashley, as Kyla took place next to Taylor with her freshly bought ice-cream. Aiden stood behind them, muttering about how girls always get what they want and his wallet always ended up being lighter around them.
"Cause it's bad for her."
"So is staying up until 4 writing songs, but you still do it." Spencer pointed out, getting a collective head nod from the group. "And the unhealthy obsession with taking out all the red M&M's, just so you can eat them. They don't taste different."
"They so do! Kyla, tell her they do." Her defensive leap forward was halted by Spencer's arm and she chose not to move. The blonde, once more, cuddled into her side and waited for Kyla to speak.
"Aiden bought me ice-cream with chocolate chips in." Kyla told the group, oblivious to the conversation that was happening around her. "They don't make that much difference." She looked up to see four confused faces looking at her. "What?"
"They taste different and sugar loaded caffeine is bad for you." Ashley started again when no one answered her cousin's question. Just as she knew, a debate happened between the three remaining friends and she got her alone time with Spencer. She felt the blondes lips bump against her ear and didn't hold back the shiver; she wanted Spencer to know what exactly it was that she did to her.
"I can't wait for Saturday." Warm breath floated over Ashley's ear and her eyelids fluttered closed for a second before she regained her cool. Everything was in Spencer-mode and she didn't notice the three smirks heading in her direction.
"Me either, baby." She turned and saw blue eyes happily gazing at her. "I'll make it special; I promise."