Sorry for the lack of updates! I hope this makes up for it! A whole new bunch a drama is about to start up! You've been warned ... oh, this is RATED M. Enjoy! :) Reviews make the world go round. This has only been loosely edited.


Some of the morning sun's rays managed to peek through a slit of the bedroom's curtained windows painting the room in a unique dark orange glow. Spencer slowly opened her eyes to a rare yet, as of recently, reoccurring sight.

Ashley was sat next to her seemingly wide awake, courtesy of the coffee mug on the night stand Spencer deduced, writing something down on printing paper. Her hair hadn't been touched but she still looked breath taking and she donned her reading glasses. This was a sight, Spencer was sure, the world has never seen of the rocker.

The blonde couldn't help but be mildly turned on by this studious side of her wife.

"Staring isn't polite," Ashley chastised her eyes still trained on the paper in front of her.

"Call me rude then," Spencer retorted with a smile. She turned to face the rocker and snuggled deeper into her pillow. "You've been doing this a lot lately," she whispered.

The rocker's eyebrow arched, "Writing early in the morning in my underwear," she joked as a light confused frown fell upon her face.

"No," the blonde chuckled. "You've been waking up before me. That usually never happens."

Ashley shrugged setting down her paper and pencil. She looked over at her wife, "Yeah, I know, I can't really explain it." She said slowly. "Maybe it's because I know I get to wake up to the most beautiful woman in the world and my body naturally can't wait to get up and see you."

Spencer blushed and smiled, "Is that what it is?"

The rocker leaned over and kissed the blonde's cheek, "Of course. It's biological. I can't fight something that's happening naturally to my body."

"You make a good point," Spencer whispered rubbing her nose affectionately against her wife's. She let out a content sigh and then asked, "So … what were you writing?"

The rocker immediately sat back up and held her paper a little closer, "Nothing," she smirked.

Spencer's curiosity peaked as she sat up, "Judging by the way your gripping that paper I wouldn't say it was nothing." She said crossing her arms with a tiny smirk of her own.

Ashley was only momentarily distracted by the now open view of her wife's bra clad breasts but managed a quick enough recovery to concentrate on what was being said. She grinned and shook her head, "It's nothing for you to worry about now." She teased.

The blonde's smirk dropped, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you'll find out what I've written on this paper later," Ashley replied. She chuckled when her wife pouted. "That for once is not going to work on me." She chastised tweaking the blonde's nose.

Spencer's dropped the pout and narrowed her eyes. "We promised we weren't going to keep any secrets from each other Ashley."

The rocker grinned smugly. "You can't play that card on me Angel."

"Why not?"

"Cause technically if I'm telling you later on what I have written on this paper that's not really keeping a secret from you."

"Than what would you call it?"

"A surprise," Ashley replied pecking the blonde's lips.

"Fine," Spencer sighed. She slipped out of the bed and headed towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth and wash my face."

The rocker hummed in response as she went back to work on her writing. However, she missed the devious smile her wife shot her as the blonde shut the bathroom door. A few minutes later Spencer emerged from the bathroom still wearing her underwear only this time looking wide awake.

Ashley looked up and smiled as her eyes took in every inch of her wife. Her mouth immediately went dry when she caught the look in the blonde's eyes. Lust was oozing from Spencer's body as she slowly trekked towards the bed with intent.

"Spencer," Ashley breathed out as she set her paper and pencil off to the side.

The blonde smirked when she reached the bed. She slowly straddled the rocker's hips and pulled Ashley's glasses from her eyes. The rocker blinked as her eyes focused on the face dangerously close to hers.

"Hi," Spencer whispered deeply.

"Hi," Ashley replied setting her hands on the blonde's hips.

With no further words the blonde wrapped her arms around the rocker's neck and brought her lips down onto Ashley's. Spencer's tongue darted out and ran teasingly across her wife's bottom lip. The rocker moaned and allowed the blonde to deepen the kiss. Her fingers clenched at Spencer's hips pulling her closer.

The blonde moved her lips down the rocker's jaw to her ear lobe where she teasingly nibbled on the small appendage. Ashley moaned deeply, "God, Spencer." She gasped running her hands along the blonde's thighs.

"Do you enjoy that," Spencer purred into her ear.

The rocker shivered, "Very much baby," she whispered. "But…"

"But what," the blonde questioned as she bit down lightly on Ashley's neck.

Ashley pulled back so they were face to face. She smiled, her face flushed with arousal. "This isn't gonna make me give up your surprise."

Spencer's jaw dropped. "Uh, um, w-what?" She stuttered.

The rocker chuckled and kissed her wife's blushing cheeks. "Although, this attempt was very hot, you almost had me there for a second." She purred dragging her nails down the blonde's thighs. "You were trying to do the old 'tease but don't please' trick on me."

Spencer looked down embarrassed. "Maybe," she muttered.

"You realize you were torturing yourself while doing that right," Ashley asked as she slid one of her hands up towards the blonde's center.

"I don't know what you mean," the blonde squeaked as the rocker ran a finger over the front of her panties teasingly. She knew her wife could feel her arousal through the thin material.

Ashley's eyebrow arched as she smirked. "Now," she whispered as she slipped her finger into the blonde's dampened underwear. "You don't want me to do that to you … right?"

"Please, Ashley," Spencer breathed out as she tried to shift her hips forward. She whimpered when Ashley held her in place. "Please!"

"That's what I thought," Ashley replied. "So, no more trying to spoil the surprise … deal?" She asked dipping her finger into the wetness and pulling out tauntingly.

"Ashley!" Spencer whined gripping the brunette's shoulders for leverage. "Please, I need you inside me. No more teasing! Please!"

"Deal?"

Spencer nodded then groaned in delight when the rocker filled her with two fingers and began to pump at torturously slow pace. "Faster," the blonde moaned moving her hips in time.

Ashley pumped faster enjoying the squeaks of delight her wife made with each thrust. She brought her lips down onto the heaving blonde's chest peppering kisses, "You're so hot baby," she whispered against the hot skin.

Spencer threw her head back and closed her eyes. She could feel her walls tighten around the brunette's skilled fingers as her climax approached quickly. "Ashley, God! You feel so good!"

"Let go baby."

With those words the blonde came undone. She let a long moan and collapsed onto the rocker, her face buried in the brunette's neck. Ashley wrapped her arms around her wife as she caught her breath.

"Love you," Spencer mumbled into her skin.

"Love you too Angel," she whispered running her hands along the blonde's back.

Their silenced filled afterglow was broken when Spencer began to chuckle. Ashley smiled impulsively and tightened her hold, "What's so funny?" She asked.

"It's just," the blonde said between giggles. "This didn't exactly go the way I originally had it planned out in my head."

"You can't say you're not happy with the outcome though."

Spencer titled her head and grinned. "Nope, I can't." She whispered pecking the tip of the rocker's nose. She ran her fingers along the back of the rocker's neck scratching the skin lightly. Ashley closed her eyes and purred with delight. Spencer smiled, "You're like a kitty," she cooed jokingly.

The brunette's eyes shot open and she shot her wife a deadly stare. "More like a lion," she growled gripping the blonde's hips. Suddenly she lifted the blonde off her lap and tossed her onto the bed earning a squeal.

Ashley growled once again for affect and settled herself in between the blonde's legs. "I'd like to see a kitty that could do that," she whispered meshing her body on top of her wife's.

Spencer brought both of her hands up into the brunette's hair, tugging at it lightly. "You're definitely no kitten," she agreed on her wife's behalf.

Ashley smiled triumphantly. She brought her lips down to meet the blonde's in a gentle lingering kiss. "You're amazing," she whispered pulling back only slightly. "I can't believe you married me," she said frowning slightly, as if something just dawned on her.

The blonde chuckled, "I have the license to prove it and everything," she joked.

"No, I mean," Ashley paused as she looked down at the blonde in wonder. "I can't believe you married me. Out of … out of all the people out there that you could've ended up with … you're with me…"

Spencer cupped the rocker's cheeks, "And you're with me," she whispered. "And you have made me the happiest girl in the world," she stated with conviction.

The rocker's eyes filled with tears. She let out a short breath and smiled. "God, Spencer," she sighed shaking her head. "You don't know how much … how much that means to me to hear you say that."

The blonde brushed away a tear, "I do."

"You can't leave me." Ashley said through tears. "Not ever again. You can't."

"I'm not going anywhere," Spencer assured sternly.

"Ever," the rocker continued. "You just … you can't okay? I don't know if I could ... I can't live without you." She buried her face into the blonde's neck and sobbed lightly. "Promise me."

"I promise," Spencer whispered rubbing her hands soothingly along the rocker's back. She couldn't help but be confused at the rocker's sudden outburst of emotion however she was glad at the same time Ashley wasn't bottling it up.

When the rocker's crying settled down Spencer spoke quietly, "Are you okay Ash," she asked tentatively.

She felt the rocker nod. "Yeah," Ashley whispered bringing her head back up. She looked away from the blonde's prying eyes and blushed slightly. "I'm sorry," she sniffled. "I don't know where that came from."

"It's okay," Spencer assured tucking a loose brown lock behind the rocker's ear.

"It just hit me," Ashley said looking back at the blonde. "We're married."

"I know," the blonde nodded with a smile. "It's great isn't it," she added in jest.

"It's pretty awesome," Ashley chuckled. After their laughter died down the rocker sighed and sat up pulling Spencer along with her so they sat in front of one another. "So, what do you say we enjoy the last day of our honeymoon out on the beach?"

"Sounds amazing," Spencer agreed leaning over and kissing the rocker.

"Let's go shower first," Ashley said sliding off the bed and taking hold of the blonde's wrist as she dragged her playfully to the bathroom. "I think we've yet to christen it." She said thoughtfully.


"Can you believe it's been a week already," Spencer asks swinging their adjoined hands as they walked along the beach.

"It feels like it went by so fast," Ashley replied lightly kicking a shell. "I enjoyed it though. I got to see a lot views and visit quite a few new places."

Spencer frowned. "Ash, the majority of our honeymoon was spent in the bedroom."

"I know," Ashley purred sending the blonde a sultry look.

Spencer blushed and shook her head, "You're such a horn dog," she mumbled.

The rocker let out a short laugh, "Takes one to know one baby," she giggled as the blonde released her hand and shoved her lightly. "It's true and you can't deny it. Can you?"

The blonde turned her head away and smiled discreetly. She turned back to the rocker who was giving her a knowing look, "So," Spencer breathed out. "When do you think construction on the label will be done?"

Ashley chuckled, "Changing the subject Mrs. Davies?"

"Ashley," Spencer warned.

The rocker smiled and decided to let it slide. "Um," she said with a shrug. "I don't know. Maybe another three months give or take a week or two."

"Hmm," the blonde nodded in response. She was sincerely happy for the brunette. Starting her own record label had been in talks for awhile now so she was happy some progress was actually being made towards opening the long awaited company.

The rocker took hold of her wife's hand already missing the contact. "I can't wait to open it up and kick my competitions' ass!" She said with a wistful sigh.

"By competition you mean mainly Rebel Rock?"

"Fuck yeah," Ashley replied with raised eyebrows. "They're gonna go down in fucking flames. They deserve a good ass whooping after what they've done to me and my dad's legacy."

Spencer nodded in agreement deciding to let the rocker's cursing slide for this instance because quite frankly, she wanted RR to burn too.

"Let's not talk about that though," Ashley waved off. "We'll save all that stress and for when we get back to the city. Right now, let's just enjoy our last hours in paradise."

"Okay," Spencer dragged out with a sneaky smile as she turned to look at the rocker. "Let's talk about surprises instead." She said bouncing lightly on her feet.

"Yeah," Ashley replied with a nod. "Surprises are nice aren't they?"

"Ashley, stop that," Spencer warned.

"Stop what?"

"You're stalling."

"Am I?"

"Ashley!"

The rocker let out a laugh as the blonde crossed her arms and pouted. "Okay, geez," she relented as she reached into her short short's pocket and pulled out the piece of paper.

Spencer beamed with excitement and reached for the paper only to have it yanked away. She frowned and gave the rocker a pointed look. "Ashley, what-"

"Before you read this I need you to promise something," the rocker explained holding the piece of paper close to her chest.

"What," Spencer asked impatiently.

"I need you to promise you won't call me adorable, cute or any of those other sappy words after you read what I've written to you got it," she asked raising an eyebrow.

The blonde rolled her eyes, "I promise," she replied dutifully.

"Say it with meaning."

"Ashley, give me the paper!"

"Fine," the rocker muttered handing the blonde the folded piece of paper. "I only did that this morning so … sorry if it's not … perfect or whatever," she said rubbing the back of her neck.

Spencer eyed the rocker as she unfolded the paper, "What is it?" She asked.

The rocker cleared her throat awkwardly, "It's um … it's ah … look, I know for our wedding we had gone with traditional vows or whatever but … I'm not really one for traditional things so… I kinda wrote my own vows to give to you," she said with a light blush averting her eyes.

"Aww, Ashley," Spence gushed tilting her head. "That is so-"

"You promised," Ashley admonished quickly.

"I had my fingers crossed," Spencer retorted with a cheeky smile.

The rocker rolled her eyes, "Just read it already." She sighed out.

The blonde held the paper up, "Angel, I knew from the first time I laid eyes on you, I was going to tap that…Ashley! Is this supposed to be romantic?" Spencer asked not at all amused that this was her surprise.

"Read the rest," Ashley chuckled as she waved her hand encouragingly.

Spencer shook her head and continued, "Just kidding, I didn't mean that baby, don't get upset. What I really meant to say was, I knew from the first time I laid eyes on you that evening in Germany that you were special." The blonde paused to smile at her wife.

Ashley nodded for her to continue so she did. "I remember when your eyes first met mine. Time stopped and no one else in the world existed but you and me. Never before, had anyone made my heart skip a beat that way you did, the way that you still do, with just a look. I knew, right then and there, you were the one." Spencer's eyes began to tear but she pressed through and continued reading. "Angel, I know I'm far from perfect and I know I tend to push loved ones away but I vow to do the best I can to protect and love you with all that I am until the day I die. I don't think I can put into words how much you mean to me. All I can say is I'll love you forever, and hope that you believe me." Spencer finished dropping her hands. "Ashley, that was beautiful."

The rocker blushed and looked down at the ground bashfully, "Yeah, so that's it," she muttered.

The blonde immediately thrust her body towards her wife and wrapped her arms around her tightly. She buried her face in the rocker's neck and cried. Ashley held onto the blonde just as tightly. "Happy tears," she asked quietly.

The blonde nodded feverishly and held on even tighter to her wife.

"Love you," Ashley whispered.

Spencer pulled back only slightly and kissed the rocker's lips repeatedly, "I love you, I love you, I love you," she chanted in between kisses.

The rocker grinned shyly. "You really liked it?" She asked only mildly self conscious.

"Of course!" Spencer laughed wiping at her eyes.

Ashley's face scrunched up, "It wasn't sappy?"

"Not at all," the blonde whispered bringing their foreheads together. "It was possibly the most romantic thing you've ever done for me. I'll never forget this moment, ever."

"Neither will I," Ashley smiled. "Let's get wet." She said with a grin as she stripped out of her short shorts revealing her thong.

Spencer immediately blushed, "Ashley," she whispered tucking hair behind her ear. "I thought the rest of our honeymoon was going to be spent outside of the bedroom."

Ashley belted out a laugh. The blonde frowned slightly confused. The rocker clutched at her stomach as she continued to chuckle, "Spencer," she gasped. "I meant let's go swimming in the ocean not … not … haha!"

The blonde's blush deepened in embarrassment. "Oh," she whispered.

"Aw baby," Ashley cooed setting her hands on the blonde's hips. "It's okay. I do take full responsibility in turning you into horn dog. I am simply … irresistible; it's not your fault really."

"Shut up," Spencer muttered as she tucked her gift safely into the rocker's discarded pants in the sand. "It is your fault."

"Like I said, I take full responsible."

"Race you to the ocean?"

"Fine."

They both got into a racers' stance. "I'll count," Spencer stated. "Okay, on three, one, two-" Spencer took off running leaving a trail of giggles in her wake.

Ashley smiled as she chased after the blonde. She didn't mind losing at all. The view she was awarded from her stand point was a good enough consolation prize.


When the couple stepped into the mansion everyone was there to greet them with a chorus of 'welcome home'. Aiden however threw his arms up and yelled, "Happy birthday Spencer and Ashley!"

Everyone turned to give him a look. Ashley chuckled and shook her head, "It's not our birthdays Elmer's." She corrected. "We just got back from our honeymoon."

"Oh," Aiden frowned and scratched his head. "I was wondering why it was a little strange you guys shared a birthday together." He mused.

"So Ashley," Eric sang out as he tossed his arm around the rocker's shoulder. "How was it?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Arthur cleared his throat and crossed his arms. Ashley and Eric blanched. "Um," the driver babbled. "I mean 'it' by the s-sandy beach! How was that sandy beach Ash?" He questioned with a gulp turning to look at the rocker.

"Great," Ashley squeaked out as Arthur stared them down.

"Arthur, be nice," Paula chastised. "They're married now."

The Captain dropped his angry façade and smiled. The rocker and Eric let out a sigh of relief. Ashley let her eyes wander over to her wife's who was frowning. "What's wrong Angel," she asked concerned.

"Where's Grandma," the blonde mumbled looking around.

Ashley too looked around. That was a good question.


"Carol," Dr. Gellar sighed out rubbing his temples. "You can't keep this a secret from the family any longer. It's spreading and we need to start heavier treatment."

"My granddaughter just got married," Carol replied shaking her head. "This is the first time in years she's been without stress, drama, and any type of pressure. I don't want to drop this bomb on her and the family… not now."

"You won't be able to hide this for much longer Carol," Dr. Gellar insisted.

"Just give me something that can do close to that then," Carol replied straightening her shoulders.

"You can't keep hiding this! You have to tell them."

"Yes, I can and no I don't."

"Fine, I'll tell them myself."

"This goes under doctor and patient confidentiality, legally you can't do that."

The doctor dropped his head in defeat. "Carol, listen, I'm telling you this as a friend. If you don't get the treatment you need there is a high chance that you can-"

"I know," Carol interrupted looking down. "I'm well aware that I can die."