Disclaimer: Still not mine.
A/N: I've got this next update in two parts. This part mirrors the last chapter so it's short, the next piece will be longer and up later today. Sorry, I tried my hand at smut and I sucked and anything less seemed like a copout and came off lacking, so I just left it out entirely. Sorry if you're disappointed. Um, I'm about ½ to ¾ of the way through this fic, so tell me what you think and what you want to see differently.
Spencer lets her eyes fall shut when the breeze hits her face. Her hair floats a bit in the gentle air and she takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. She can see the LA skyline from here at this open window. The scope of the city a cluster of lights against the darkened sky. She thinks this city is the problem. Or at least, it surrounds the problem. If she could get away from here it might be okay.
Spencer's not stupid. She knows she can hardly expect that she and Ashley could depart on horseback and ride off into the sunset. Her parents and Ashley's would see to that. But that doesn't mean Spencer doesn't want to. She wants to take Ashley away from here. Away from their families and their lives and this city that's just too much for them. So they can be together and free and happy.
Spencer shakes her hair back over her shoulder as she crosses her arms and leans against the windowsill and muses. Spencer and Ashley will never be able to be SpencerandAshley if they stay here. Spencer knows this. She knows that's what she wants and if her parents can't accept them then they can't accept them. It'll suck, but they'll deal. Spencer may want her family but she needs Ashley. Needs her like nothing else.
Last night was… was something. The end of something and the start of something else. Something better. Spencer smiles to herself, remembering. Remembers making love and how it was nothing at all like she imagined but better than she'd hoped for. Remembers quiet touches and whispered moans and Spencer can't imagine living anymore without nights like these in her life.
Spencer isn't the most experienced, but sex she's had. And Spencer thinks that last night was more than that. It was burning and passionate and thrilling and sweet and gentle and maybe just a little rough. There were no fireworks when Ashley kissed her. No butterflies when naked skin met skin. There was no soft fade to violins and candlelit skin, but Spencer thinks that watching Ashley watch her as she brought her to climax is as close to perfect as Spencer will ever see.
Spencer hears movement in her bed and turns to see Ashley stirring in her sleep. A blind arm reaches out to find an empty space and Spencer loves that she's the first thing Ashley looks for when she wakes. Ashley sits up, one hand holding the sheet over her bare body and reddish-brown curls a mess on her head. Spencer says that she's right here and even in the dark she can make out Ashley's smirk.
Ashley crooks and extended finger and beckons Spencer closer, pulling her into an embrace as soon as Spencer's close enough. Lips connect lazily once. Twice, as Spencer settles back under the sheets. Ashley snaps Spencer's bra strap affectionately and she looks up at Spencer almost confused at the prospect of clothing right now. Small skilled hands help Spencer out of offending garments and all she can think when Ashley is over her, under her, inside her again is "perfect."