Disclaimer: Still not mine except what is.
Rating: PG to be safe.
A/N: Sorry, I wanted to get an update up sooner but I've been busy, and this one is much shorter than the previous ones, which I'm super sorry for. But I'd love to hear what you think and how I can make it better, so please don't hesitate to tell me. Still unbeta'd so any mistakes are mine. Sorry if this bit comes off kind of mawkish.
Ashley had made it through the back yard and to the wall without much trouble. As far as she knew, she hadn't tripped any sensors or set off any alarms. She's pretty sure if she had, she'd know by now. Getting up the trellis again proves to be more difficult than the last time because Ashley's nervous and her hands are kind of shaking which makes for poor climbing. But she manages.
It's a warm night. Even for LA. There'd been this sort of heat wave these last couple days and it was sort of overcast and humid out, even in the darkness. The kind of weather that lent itself to little clothing and lots of air-conditioning. Ashley's only wearing a tiny black tank top and a pair of old denim shorts. She thinks it probably wasn't the best idea to wear flip-flops, especially when she knew she'd be practically scaling walls, but Ashley was never really one for forethought.
Ashley knows she's late. She knows Spencer said nine and that it's past midnight. Escaping her parents and her band of merry men was a little harder than Ashley thought it would be. Everyone had seemed concerned about her late-night destinations and Ashley had to wait until she could slip out unnoticed and it took much longer than she'd anticipated. But she's here now and that's what matters.
Ashley isn't surprised to find that Spencer's door is slightly ajar. What's surprising is that Spencer has fallen asleep waiting for her. Ashley crosses the room as quietly as she can and she should probably be watching where she's going so she doesn't run into stuff, but she's too busy watching Spencer. The room is rather warm and Ashley assumes that's why Spencer had decided to forgo the pajamas and sleep in a bra and panties, but Ashley can't help but entertain other ideas about why Spencer is asleep in her underwear.
Her attire matching Spencer's now, Ashley sinks softly to her knees next to Spencer's bed and takes in the sight of her. Spencer's all long, tanned limbs and tousled blonde hair and Ashley loves it. Her eyes follow the rise and fall of Spencer's chest as she breathes and Ashley stretches out a tentative hand and her fingertips chase the trail of her gaze.
Up a long arm and down a bare leg. Over a slightly knitted brow and under a curtain of golden-brown hair. Across a beating heart and a tiny exposed belly button. From perfectly manicured fingers to preciously painted toes, Ashley touches her. Softly though, so Spencer doesn't wake and Ashley's fingers tingle. Ashley looks up to an innocent, unguarded face, her hand resting on Spencer's bare hip, and she doesn't think she'd ever tire of touching Spencer. She thinks she'd be satisfied with even the regular parts of her; an elbow, an earlobe.
Ashley brings her hand to Spencer's cheek and sweeps the back of her fingers down a perfect jaw line when Spencer stirs. Blue eyes fall open to meet brown and they're both smiling. A nervous hand rises to tangle with a steady one as Spencer lifts the covers so Ashley can slide into bed.
Additional A/N: The next post will involve a scene of a sexual nature. But I'm wondering how explicit to make it. I've got three options: 1) Mere references to sexual acts, but no descriptions whatsoever. 2) Mild depictions of sexual acts, deliberate but not graphic descriptions of sex. 3) SMUT (pretty self-explanatory, no?). I'm not entirely sure which the audience will prefer, so let me know. Plus, I've never actually written smut, only mild stuff, and I don't want to suck at it. So, yeah. Let me know.