The pair lay on the couch in the dark, fingers tangled together. Their hearts and breaths synchronize. The pale moon light glistens across the Persian rug; it is the only source of light. A beaded wind chime jingles in the distance. The only other sound is an air purifier plugged into the wall behind the couch on which they recline.

"It's dark,"

"It's night, Ash."

The brunette giggled, "I know, but it's still dark."

"I'm right here baby," Spencer said squeezing her partners hand.

"Yes you are," Ashley smiled before kissing Spencer on the top of her head. "Like you were always meant to be."

"When did you become a soppy romantic?"

"When did you come into my life?"

The blonde grinned profusely. "Not soon enough."

"Sweet talker."

"Some times."

"Thank you for being there today." Spencer said simply.

"You're welcome," Ashley smiled, "I wouldn't have been anywhere else though."

"Gosh," Spencer gushed, "I didn't think it was possible to smile this much."

"Ok now who's the soppy romantic?"

Spencer laughed, "Are you kidding? It's more like dorkily cheesy."

"I was trying to be nice," Ashley confessed before stealing a kiss.

"Is it always going to be like that?" Spencer asked seriously.

"Probably," Ashley said solemnly. "But you knew that already Spencer."

"No, you're right, I knew what the cost might be for going public," she snuggled in closer to the brunette, "And I also knew there was no way I could keep you a secret either. I love you to much."

"Gosh," Ashley gushed, "Now who's blushing?"

Spencer giggled, "Red looks good on you."

Ashley rolled her eyes, then stole another kiss. "You think you'll be able to handle more of today?"

"As long as you're there to turn out the lights I can handle anything."

"Yeah, well, as long as you hold my hand, I can do that."

Spencer smiled, and hummed.

Ashley smiled, and joined her.

They snuggled under the leopard print blanket, just holding each other for several silent minutes. The scent of vanilla mixed with lavender wafted in the room and it smelled like home again. The way home should always smell.

"I know that a good few people knew who I was before today, but I feel like I've just been thrust into the stratosphere."

"Spencer," Ashley said flatly, "you're the most photographed woman in Hollywood right now."

"I know and all because of today."

Ashley laughed. "No, Spencer, for the last ten years."

"What no."

"You're modesty is too much for me some times."

"But seriously, Ashley, every where I've been, they've chased me. It's worse than ever, in that good way."

Ashley giggled, "It'll get easier."

"Really?"

"You'll get used to it?" Ashley said unsure.

Spencer giggled.

"You are so cute when you do that."

She blushed and said, "I"m glad it's dark in here so you can't tell how easy it is for you to make me blush."

"You're cute when you blush too."

"Yeah yeah."

"Don't yeah yeah me."

Ashley giggled, "how you gonna stop me?"

Spencer suddenly rolled over to face the girl, considered her for a moment then lunged forward. Ashley moaned as she tangled her finger in the blondes hair. Spencer slid her tongue into the brunettes open mouth and gently stroked her tongue. Ashley's hips bucked involuntarily. And just as suddenly as she started, Spencer rolls on her back again.

"That's how," she giggles.

"Oh no you don't" Ashley said turning the tables on the girl. "You can't start something like that and not finish it."

Spencer snickered, "how you gonna stop me?"

Ashley growled, "Oh, I'll show you."

The brunette attached her mouth to the blondes neck catching her on the soft spot that drives the blonde insane. Spencer groans gutturally, Ashley grins into her neck. She slowly lets her finger tips creep up Spencer's stomach, causing the girl below her to shutter. Spencer reached down the length of Ashley's back, pulling the girls shirt up as she raked her nails back up.

Ashley broke long enough to discard her shirt for Spencer, then went right back to kissing her girlfriend fiercely. Spencer moaned, reaching down to untie her partners pajama bottoms. She let her hand slide between skin and fabric; Ashley groaned collapsing.

"You distracted me," she panted at the feel of Spencer inside her.

Spencer placed long slow kisses against Ashley's lips, letting her hand find its own steady rhythm. "As if you hate it," she said between kisses.

Ashley moaned.

"I love you, Ashley."

The girl on top of her melted more into her, she whimpered, "I love you more Spencer."

"There's no way," Spencer told her flatly as she increased her tempo.

Ashley's lips quivered, she couldn't speak.

"See, its not possible," Spencer said as she switched from medium speed circles to moderately fast strokes.

Ashley groaned "I love you with all my heart, soul and body."

Spencer's cadence quickened as she sucked hotly on Ashley's neck. The brunette cried out, rocking her hips involuntarily.

"I love you," Ashley panted, "as deep as the sea."

Breathlessly in her ear Spencer said, "I love you to the moon and back."

Ashley's breath hitched as her heart pound nearly out of her chest, "I love you further than Pluto."

Spencer continued with a mix of strokes, circles, pressing and thrusting that she knew would drive Ashley crazy, "I love you longer than the equator."

Ashley, shaking in bliss, husked, "I love you, I love you,--I--I fucking love you."

Moving with urgent purpose, Spencer declared, "I love you brighter than the Sun."

On the edge, Ashley managed to squeak out, "my love surrounds you more than the dark."

With out missing a beat, Spencer maintained, "if you'll be my night, I will be your day."

Ashley arched forward, falling fully on Spencer who was still deep with in her. Soaked in each other, day filling night, night filling day, they laid there.