She cradled the head in her lap, slowly running her fingers through the dark brown hair, stifling a yawn. Spencer looked down at Ashley and couldn't help the smile, even through the situation. She let her nails gently graze over the brunette's forehead, tracing her eyebrows, down to her cheeks. They stilled at the edge of her lips. She never got the chance to openly admire and appreciate her best friend. There was always something in the way, such as Ashley's consciousness. She gave in.

Spencer groaned in frustration when her cell phone started ringing and it wasn't Ashley. Again. How long did she have to wait?

"Aiden, I really don't have time to talk to-"

"Spencer, you gotta get to Ashley's house! Right now. She's…not doing so hot. She wants you."

Her heart stopped. Then skipped a beat or two.

Even when she was sick like this, Ashley couldn't look better. Spencer shifted, moving Ashley closer. The pad of her thumb slid over the girl's bottom lip. They parted, a small groan coming from Ashley.

"Ash?" Spencer didn't dare to speak louder than a whisper. She removed her fingers from the girl's face and went back to running them through her hair, soothingly massaging her scalp as she went. A moment later, brown eyes fluttered open, fighting to focus on the figure above her. Spencer noticed the rising sun was making her squint from being directly in her eyes. She started to slide off of Ashley's bed, a hand reached out to grasp for her. Her heart wanted to break at the look Ashley gave her.

"I'll be right back, Ashley. I'm just shutting the blinds, I promise. I'm not leaving."

A party. Of course. Spencer thought she could hear the sound of her eyes rolling so hard that they hit the back of her skull. And everyone was still there, having the time of their lives.

"Get everyone out of here."

She settled back down, gently lifting Ashley's head and placing it back in her lap. The brunette stared up, trying to make out a face in the curtain of blonde hair that hung all around her. She reached out and tucked a good amount behind Spencer's ear, letting her hand rest on her cheek. The blonde smiled and covered it with her own. She entwined their fingers.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up again, you know."

She found her practically draped over the toilet, hair everywhere. Spencer pulled the clip from her own head and began to gather the brown curls and pinned them together, out of Ashley's face.

"Ashley! Ash, come on! Wake up. I need to get you upstairs and cleaned up."

She hauled the girl to her feet despite the grumbling, holding her up with her arms. Grabbing a wet washcloth she held it in the other hand after flushing the toilet. The blonde began to make her way through the house and up the stairs. Ashley's head lolled around, but she kept moving her feet, much to the relief of Spencer. She finally settled her face against Spencer's shoulder.

"Spence. You came."

Fighting to open the door, Spencer couldn't help but be slightly annoyed at the disbelief she heard, the slurring speech and the reeking of alcohol that came from Ashley's mouth. "Of course I did."

She was hugging her tightly, completely bent over to reach her. Spencer pulled her face back just slightly. "I'm just glad you're okay."

She let her face hang there above Ashley's for a moment. She enjoyed watching the pupils dilate, turning the brown eyes almost black. Spencer was sure her eyes were doing the same.

She tugged the shirt onto Ashley's body. The girl couldn't be comfortable in those clothes. Spencer refused to believe anyone would choose skin tight clothes over soft pajamas.

Ashley was lowered to the bed while Spencer sat next to her, slowly cleaning her face with the washcloth she nicked from downstairs.

"My head kills." It was only a croak, but Spencer heard it all the same. Even in her closeness, her hand began moving through brown curls all over again.

A satisfied groan. A shift closer. A kiss on the forehead. Lingering.

Spencer didn't pull back. Her face just moved lower. Their noses bumped and brushed. Pink lips parted and began to breathe across Ashley's face. Her breath sped up at the thought of what she was about to do. She licked her lips nervously, aware of Ashley watching her.

"It's okay…"

A free hand curled around the back of the brunette's neck and lifted her slowly. Spencer's lips found the corner of her mouth, pressing firmly. Her mind was spinning, but she felt Ashley's fingers against her cheek. Her lips parted and shifted. They found each other.

A tightness was constricting Spencer's chest.

Breathe. Bite. Breathe. Lick. Breathe. Suck. Repeat.

They found a slow rhythm, lips opening and closing against one another. As Spencer's mouth secured Ashley's bottom lip, she felt the girl try and sit up to be closer. She broke the kiss, pushing gently on Ashley's chest to make her lie back again.

Before the brunette could protest, Spencer smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead again. "I told you I wasn't going anywhere."

Spencer held her close to her and leaned back against the bed frame, closing her eyes for a moment…