Spencer sat in the cold church and groaned a little on the inside at the sudden draught that hit her bare legs. She clenched her thighs together and kept her ankles crossed, hoping that somehow that small attempt would warm up her body. She had forgone the standard jeans and cute t-shirt and instead turned up to church in a skirt and tight top. It wasn't her usual choice, hell it was hardly on her radar but the look on her mothers face when she hopped out of Ashley's porche was more than worth it. The cold glare had been taken away when Arthur had complemented her clothing, and those ice-filled eyes turned and glared at her husband. Spencer, not wanting to cause an argument, blushed sweetly and thanked him; her smile only becoming fake when her other turned back to her.

Being a mother meant that Paula could reprimand her daughter. As soon as her brothers and father were a few feet away, Spencer found a small white jacket being handed to her and told, quite forcefully, to put it on and cover up. The problem was; she didn't want to cover up. Granted, she probably wouldn't wear a shirt as tight as this for church again and she would probably leave out skirts for the occasion too but when dressing this morning; it wasn't her choice.

Ashley had decided, quite bluntly, that church needed brightening up a little. So the tiny girl jumped out of bed, in a makeshift toga from her bed sheet, and proceeded to search her walk-in closet for something that Spencer could wear. She had held up the skirt and shirt combo and her eyes had darkened, making Spencer's decision very simple. She decided there to throw all caution into the proverbial wind and changed into the clothes Ashley had handpicked for her. When she walked back into the bedroom from the en-suite she found Ashley smirking at her, when asked what was up, she promptly dropped the bed sheet and announced that Spencer should return the clothing favour. Spencer had blushed, stammered and then thrown a green tank-top at the laughing - but decidedly naked - girl, in an effort to flush the red from her cheeks.

The blonde stood up with her family and wondered briefly if her mother had planned for this topic to be covered in the church today. Outside on the white plaque, in rather large red letters, was: Lev 18:22 "You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female; it is an abomination." She had rolled her eyes and smiled at the three main men in her family as they looked at her. She saw pain flash across her dad's eyes and her brothers looked at her, as if they knew what their mom had planned.

Back in Ohio, Paula had practically dragged Spencer kicking and screaming into the confession box as Pastor Roberts repeated to her over and over again that homosexuality was a sin and while they still loved her she needed to be saved. Thankfully, Clay had wandered in looking for Spencer and effortlessly scooped the crying girl into her arms. For the first time in Spencer's life, Clay stood up to Paula; asking her why it was she could accept a black child, but not a gay child, when only a few centuries ago blacks were seen as the devils advocates. Spencer watched as her mom faltered that day and then walk out of the church, telling Clay he was grounded until further notice and Spencer was banned from seeing her girlfriend. A few months later they were driving to LA.

She felt a nudge at her side and quickly caught up to the lyrics that were filling the large church hall. She knew the words, practically to all the songs, she had been in the church youth club thanks to her mother and cheerleading duties. For as long as she could remember, church had been in her life. She had been christened there, she went to a school that took them there and she had met the girl that would soon decide who she really was there. Attending church was something Spencer could openly say she was proud of. She was proud to have a faith and a good set of morals. Proud to say she was a believer. She was one of the few in her school who would wear a cross around her neck out of faith, not fashion. Missing church was a rarity and only ever happened when she was sick, on a trip out of state or otherwise occupied. So, she thought with twisted humor, engaging in consensual taboo lesbian sex was hardly going to stop her attending her church the following Sunday. Even if, as she continued to sing, her skin burnt from Ashley's teasing fingers as they dragged across her skin heavily. Even as she sat down on the hard bench, her shoulders told her to stop moving because of the fresh bruise Ashley had strategically placed with her tongue and teeth and mouth. Secret places, she had whispered into a delicate ear, somewhere that only we know about.

She shifted on the hard bench, earning her a sideways glance from her mom, and compared the thin cushions to Ashley's warm, plush bed. She closed her eyes, to the outside world it looked like she was lost in prayer but behind those eyelids she could see a whole other scene. She imagined the silky bed sheets beneath her sweaty torso, falling away at the last minute as she arched her back searching for more contact. Opening her eyes, she could have sworn a vow that she could see Ashley in front of her, above her, all around her, whispering in panted breaths that she was going to make her feel so good.

True to her word, Ashley had made her feel more than good, more than amazing if it was truly possible. She had made the night gentle and sweet, but she still had her Ashley charm and the kisses ranged from loving and soft to hard and rough. Sweat mingled on bodies, creating an erotic mix of passion and want. Fingers bled intimate patterns over her sensitive torso, lips ghosted over forgotten areas and nails dug small half-moon shapes into velvet skin, marking territory over others. Spencer never knew the feeling that all her friends talked about until a blinding force hit her, white noise burst in her ears and she closed her eyes so tight that the dark became comforting. It forced screams through her mouth as they grew from her chest and tears leaked from tightly shut eyes, trailing patterns down a curved cheek.

She felt safe, wrapped in small arms as bruised lips kissed away tears and melted onto hers. She smiled at the memory of Ashley's soft voice, which had become with need, as she asked if Spencer was alright. When she had told her brunette that she was perfect, Ashley had flashed her a large grin and told her that she was great too. How could she not be after hearing Spencer screaming her name like that?

Picking up her bible, and turning to Romans 1:26 and rolling her eyes at the passage that screamed homosexuality was a sin. She felt her brother stiffen with disgust beside her and the smug noise her mom made, only further prompted Glen to scoff loudly. A few eyes turned to him but he ignored them, instead reading the same line over and over again.

"For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections..."

Spencer blocked out the priest and cringed at the memory of falling asleep after whispered confessions. Ashley had told her she had never felt like that before and Spencer had rewarded her honesty by telling her she had never come that hard before. The memory of Ashley's wide eyes and slack jaw would be forever engrained into her minds eye, causing her to stifle her laughter at several occasions. The following morning, Spencer learnt quickly that Ashley was one for morning sex. Instead this time, with shaking limbs and trembling lips, Spencer took the lead. She mapped out her path on Ashley's toned body, using moans as signals and breathy sighs as direction. The feeling of Ashley coming apart beneath her inexperienced fingertips rocked Spencer to the core, her breath was as labored as her girlfriends and she quickly snuggled into the open arms. Spencer memorized the look on the brunettes face as her world imploded, the sudden contentment and relaxation of her features. In that moment, Spencer decided this was what she wanted to make Ashley feel for the rest of her life.

After a long breakfast and lingering kisses in the kitchen, and living room, and car, Ashley pulled up outside of the church with five minutes to spare. For her early arrival Ashley received a thanks from Arthur, a nod from Glen (as he talked to another girl), a wave from Clay and the coldest glare from Paula she thought imaginable. She simply smiled at the family and then drove away, leaving a very pouty Spencer behind. Five minutes later, Ashley received a text stating that Spencer hated that she had left.

As the congregation rose once more for the final prayer, Spencer's' leg vibrated as the phone beneath her skin made a loud noise in the room. She heard a few murmurs around her but waved them off, standing up and joining in prayer. Blue eyes curiously looked at the display and saw a flashing xX Sexy Ashley Xx on the front screen. Spencer hadn't the faintest idea when Ashley had changed her name, but she was in no hurry to change it back. After the prayer finished, Arthur leant over and quietly whispered to Spencer to turn her phone off when she was in church. With a nod, she complied with the request and decided she could read the message when they went outside.

Ten minutes later the church doors were thrown open and Spencer was one of the first out. Only beaten by a ten year old and a balding man. She walked into the warm heat of LA and her face lit up as she saw a familiar brunette leaning against Aiden's car. The passenger seat was taken by Kyla, but Spencer's eyes were solely focused on her girl as she pushed herself off of the bonnet and smiled back at her. Spencer felt her family behind her and she turned to face them.

"Can I go hang out with my friends? I'll be home for dinner." Her eyes pleaded with her mother, then her father and then both of them.

"Haven't you spent enough time with them, Spencer? What about your school work?" Spencer almost lunged at her mom, but quickly figured that lunging at someone with a heart that skips a beat at hearing someones voice was dangerous.

"Actually Mrs. C, Spencer promised to help Kyla with her biology homework. She finished all of hers at my house last night." Ashley came up besides Spencer and handed her a small flower, what kind it was neither could say. "Aiden told me to give you this." She finished her sentence with a wink, signalling that the only thing Aiden had to do with the flower was convince Ashley it wasn't soppy for her to give it to Spencer.

"Four O'clock. No later, no excuses and no second chances." Arthur smiled and punctuated his sentence with finger pokes, showing that although he was serious he was only joking around. "And we want to see your homework, Spence." That was her dads rule and she only found it fair.

"Okay." She went to say bye to her brothers but found that Clay was cooing into his mobile and Glen was scribbling his own number down onto some girl's wrist. "Boys." She rolled her eyes and with a quick wave to her parents she was off and heading towards Aiden's car.

"Hi Spencer!" Kyla waved frantically from her seat and Spencer laughed and greeted her as she and Ashley slid into the backseat. "Aiden's dad finished the extension to the pool. Did you bring your suit?" Spencer shook her head and Kyla then poked Aiden and told him to get a move on to Spencer's house. As they drove, Spencer finally gave into temptation and pecked Ashley sweetly on the lips.

"What brings you by?"

"Didn't you read your messages?" Once more Spencer shook her head and reached for her phone, turning it on and waiting for the menu to appear as Ashley continued. "Well, you told me you hated that I had to go and I replied to you." Spencer opened her message and smiled at the content.

I didn't go anywhere without you.

"You're kind of cute, you know?" Spencer smiled, to which Ashley shook her head.

"Sexy dosen't do cute." She pouted, which quickly melted into a smile as Spencer leant into her. Fingers automatically began stroking through thick hair and Aiden glanced back at them.

"Aw, Ashley, you're adorable." He teased. Ashley glared at him as Kyla laughed, turning the radio to a station she preferred.

Spencer glanced up and for a sickening moment hoped that this wasn't the calm before the storm.