Episode 7- Could I Have This Kiss Forever

Over and over, I've dreamed of this night

Now you're here by my side

You are next to me (You are next to me)

I want to hold you (Hold you)

And touch you and taste you (Hold you)

And make you want no one but me

I wish that this kiss could never end, oh no

Oh, baby, please (Please, please)- Whitney Houston, Enrique Iglesias, Could I Have This Kiss Forever.

Trina's POV.

In the back of her mind, Trina knew the kiss was coming. It had always been coming, from the moment they met and looked at each other, heart whispering to heart, even though the owners were unaware.

The electricity surged in the air around them, buzzing on her skin and making the blood hiss through her veins, all indicators that something was about to happen, but Trina didn't really think Spencer would act upon it.

They always did that dance! He would move in closer, inviting himself into her personal space, his eyes would pierce into hers as he dropped his voice to that sexy, intimate murmur that made her stomach do a loop-the-loop, she would step back, sensing innately that she was in over her head, in danger of stepping over a line there was no coming back from, and she could almost see him pulling himself together, reining himself in. She had never stopped to wonder what would happen if he couldn't hold himself back one day, if he simply decided to drop all pretense and restraint and act on the chemistry that had been building to fever pitch between them.

Today had just seemed like a rerun of their previous encounters, until she tried to push past him, glanced up at him almost unthinkingly, and froze, completely unprepared for the utter nakedness of his face as he looked down at her. The vulnerability, the yearning, the aching need- it was blazing in his deep brown eyes, stamped onto his handsome face. The intensity radiating from him arrested her, and for a second, Trina forgot to breathe as she gazed up at him, her body imbued with the same longing she saw on his face.

But no.

She couldn't do this to herself. Steeling herself, Trina put one foot forward, her heel clacking unimportantly on the floor. That was when Spencer wrapped his fingers around her wrist, once again stopping her cold. She let out a surprised noise, looking up at him, only to be hit by the weight of the urgent emotions in his eyes. She didn't have to be a body language expert to figure this out, she felt exactly the same way.

Spencer whispered, "Please, Trina," saying her name in that subtle way that always sounded like he was telling her a secret, an inside joke between them. His hand rose, and she suppressed a shiver as his fingers trailed up her jawline before cupping her cheek. With a feather light touch, he brushed his thumb under her chin, tilting her head up to meet his heated gaze. Trina couldn't stop herself from angling her face up towards him, lost in his eyes, and captured in the moment she had subconsciously been wishing for since Spencer/ Victor had comforted her at the Savoy at the graduation party.

As the space between them narrowed, Trina's eyes closed in breathless anticipation, and Spencer's soft, warm lips descended on hers. She had barely one second to think- I'm finally kissing Spencer Cassadine! - her mind muddled with shock, before he was backing her up until her shoulder blades hit the wall. Now both of Spencer's hands were framing her face, cradling her like she was a piece of fine, fragile glassware as their lips fit together perfectly like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. His tall frame pressed against her, and Trina could feel Spencer's body heat, burning through their layers of clothing to warm her skin.

His lips moved over hers slowly, cautiously, making Trina's heart bang against her ribcage like a drum. She wondered if Spencer could sense it. Barely able to believe this was happening, that his fingers were caressing her cheekbones so tenderly, the skin-to-skin contact making her want to melt into him, Trina kissed him back. Her arms, which had been dangling by her side, traced a path up his back, and she thought he trembled under her hands, before her fingers locked together behind his neck. Her pinkies stroked over the short, soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck, and this time Spencer really did shiver, uttering a low groan deep in his throat.

Abruptly, he lifted his lips from hers and stared down at her, an almost remorseful look in his eyes, though he made no effort to move back. His breath was a warm current on her face as he huskily murmured, "I'm sorry, Trina, I just- I couldn't help myse-."

Spencer's sentence was cut short as Trina, infused with a wild kind of uncaring courage, tugged him forward and angled her face up to meet his slightly parted lips again. She caught his look of surprise as the inches between them closed, and a smug feeling warmed her. Trina wasn't sure what had brought about this sudden rush of bravery, but as soon as their lips slotted together and she felt Spencer smile against her mouth, she didn't care. She would marvel at herself or cringe later. All that mattered, the only thing, was kissing Spencer, and he knew what he was doing.

The first kiss had been careful, almost chaste, as they took their time feeling each other out. This was nothing like the first kiss. Spencer took the lead, deepening the kiss urgently, his teeth grazing her bottom lip before sucking on it softly. Trina moaned quietly at his distinctive taste, as he slid his arms down her body to her waist, pulling her closer against him.

One hand journeyed further past the dip of her petite waist to grip her hip, his fingers tightening into the soft skin covered by the silky material of her dress. Trina's gasp at this action turned into a helpless moan as Spencer chose that moment to dip his tongue possessively into her mouth, tasting her and making her brain liquefy into a puddle. This was so much better than she had ever imagined.

Almost shyly, she responded, and it was his turn to moan as their tongues slipped, and slid against each other as heat spread through Trina's body, blasting everything out of her head but the pleasure and sensations that Spencer was eliciting in her. Her knees were weak, and she pulled back to catch a breath, dragging her fingers past the nape of his head and sinking them into his thick hair, which was as soft and silky as it had been in her daydreams.

Spencer's pupils were blown as he gazed into her eyes, an enraptured look on his face as he whispered, "I've wanted this for so long, Trina, you have no idea," before his lips were back on hers, kissing her like she was providing the air he needed to breathe. Desperately, as though they were running out of time, as though this was the first and last time the stars would align to enable such an intimate meeting of two bodies, two souls that instinctively knew they belonged together. His breathing was ragged against her mouth as he nibbled soft kisses into her bottom lip. She arched into him, wanting to be closer, and all of a sudden, his arms were wrapped tightly around her, and he was lifting her up with no effort.

Being pinned between the wall and the firmness of Spencer's body made Trina gasp, "Spencer," breathlessly. She felt boneless, like she was putty in his hands, and he could mold her to whatever shape he wanted, and she would let him. Involuntarily, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer still to her. Her dress was bunched up and riding past her thighs and Spencer stroked over the bare skin of her leg, his breathing quickening.

"Come here," he mumbled, and before Trina knew what was happening, her mind foggy, he was moving, walking with her in his arms like she was weightless, leaning in to feather light kisses over her lips. He deposited her on her desk and stood over her, forehead pressed against hers. Trina stared up at him, at his mussed hair, courtesy of her, heavy-lidded eyes and kiss swollen lips, and a chuckle escaped her, because she knew if a mirror was given to her, she would look pretty much the same. She reached up to wipe a smear of her lip gloss from his chin, and he snickered too, rubbing his nose against hers. "You okay? That wasn't- too much?"

Trina's heart melted. His eyes always told the whole story, everything that he was thinking was out in the open. Spencer wanted her, and he was holding himself back because he was concerned that he was moving too fast for her. It was pure Spencer, sexy yet sweet. "I kissed you back, so no," she whispered, her voice ringing with pure honesty, suddenly wanting him to kiss her again.

He licked his lips, the tip of his tongue coming out to swipe over his top lip, and Trina's stomach swooped as she was forcibly reminded how that tongue had done a talented dance with hers, how he tasted like oranges and something else that was simply Spencer, and the boldness fell over her again. There was plenty of time for her to go full 'why did I do that for' in the future, but right now, all that mattered was this little pocket universe she and Spencer found themselves in, and giving in to their mutual passion.

"So, I can kiss you again?" he asked quietly, making Trina's free hand clench on the underside of the table as he fluttered a soft kiss on her cheek.

Not trusting herself to speak, because if she did, she would surely babble out that he could kiss her, touch her, do anything he pleased with her, Trina nodded. The naughty grin that surfaced on Spencer's face made her insides turn to jelly, and when he claimed her lips in a kiss that was part tender, part hungry, all rational thought blew out of Trina's mind like tumbleweeds.

Spencer's POV

He was kissing Trina Robinson, and it wasn't a dream, a fantasy, or a glitch in the matrix. Spencer's pulse hammered in his throat as Trina nodded a 'yes' to his hesitant question, and when she tilted her chin up towards him to make the angle easier, something exploded in his belly. It felt like fireworks.

His lips fell on hers and it was like coming home as he savored her taste, swallowing her soft moan as he licked his way slowly into her mouth. After getting a taste of Trina, how could he want or need anything, anyone else? This was all he wanted, all he needed, forever and always. She was his drug, and he was addicted to her, addicted to the way she felt under his wandering hands, the way she responded to his kisses, the way she took his breath away.

Kissing her felt like a race against time. In the back of his mind he knew that her date would be showing up soon, and he wanted- needed- to change her mind about going with him. This was the only way he could think to convey how he truly felt about her, by kissing her senseless and making her feel all the emotions he felt whenever he was in her presence.

One of his hands carded through her soft curls, fingertips massaging her scalp while taking care not to muss up her ponytail too much. She sighed into his mouth, hooking one slim leg around his waist, pressing him closer to her. His free hand squeezed over the curve of her hip, and down to trace patterns on the expanse of newly exposed smooth brown skin of her thigh. Her heart thudded against her chest, almost to the same beat as his.

All of his senses seemed to be cranked up, his nostrils filled with the scent of Trina's perfume, the pads of his fingers brushing over her silky soft skin, the taste of her dancing on his tongue, his heartbeat pounding rapidly in his ears and, as he pulled back and blinked his eyes open, the vision of her beautiful face turned up to his, sooty eyelashes resting on her flushed cheeks. She sucked in a labored breath and a buzz of satisfaction tingled through him. Trina was just as breathless as he was…

"God, Trina, you're driving me crazy," he murmured against her lips, loving how she whimpered at the fleeting touch.

She smirked at him, and he fell harder. "You're growing on me," she leaned in to reply, and he couldn't bite back his soft moan as her lips ghosted over his.

His arm snaked behind her to grip her waist; fingers splayed flat against her back as he slanted his mouth over hers again. He couldn't get enough of her, she was in his veins, in his blood stream. Her lips parted willingly, and they were kissing again, Spencer's breath hitching as Trina's free hand grasped a fistful of his shirt. Sucking on her tongue as she whimpered and made the sexiest noises he had ever heard, all for him. He knew she could feel him against her thigh, she had to, they were pressed so close together. He felt a flash of guilt which passed as soon as Trina fumbled with the hem of his shirt and slipped her hand under it, skating her fingers up his bare chest. Her touch on his skin was electric, and she swallowed his unrestrained moan. The kiss grew sloppy, reckless, hungry, and desperate once more, as the need that Spencer thought would diminish once he had gotten his wish to kiss Trina just once seemed to grow exponentially.

Her hand slipped out from under Spencer's shirt, and he groaned against her lips, already missing the skin contact, but his breath stilled in his throat as her delicate fingers started fumbling at the buttons of his shirt. With one last kiss, he leaned back, eyes drinking his Trina in. "Am I wearing too many clothes for you?" he murmured, tracing the outline of her perfect, plump lips with his thumb. "You want me to take it off?"

Eyelashes fluttering, Trina looked up to him, her cheeks flooded with the same heat he was feeling coursing through his whole body. "We shouldn't," she replied, but there was no conviction in her voice, and her fingers were still on his chest, still rubbing over the button.

"Just say the word. I- I'd do anything for you." Spencer was trying for a casual, off-hand manner, but the words came out too earnest, too raw, and Trina's face bloomed with a hopeful light. He took her face in his hands, brushed his lips over hers, gratified when she shivered. "Anything, Trina."

She swallowed hard, and he could feel her rapid heartbeat against him. As she was opening her mouth, his phone vibrated in his back pocket. Trina's leg was still hooked around his, and she felt the vibration and gave a rueful laugh filled with regret. "Saved by the bell," she quipped, and snatched her hand out of his hair so quickly it was like she had been burned.

"Trina-," Spencer started, fishing his phone out of his pocket to silence it. This wasn't how this scene was supposed to end, with a closed off look on Trina's face that made his chest tighten. He glanced down at his phone and saw two things simultaneously- Esme had called him about five times, and it was almost 7:30pm.

Running a hand over her face, Trina pointed to his phone. "You should take that. They're probably panicking, looking for you. Remember, you were being thrown a welcome home dinner?"

A smile quirked at the corner of her lips, and Spencer's heart skipped a beat. Maybe all wasn't lost, but it would be if he answered Esme. "It's nothing," he replied, finger hovering over the ignore button, but Trina peered at the screen, and her lips tightened.

"Answer her."

Spencer looked at Trina, but as she tightened her ponytail and studiously avoided eye contact with him, he could see her small nostrils flaring as they tended to do when she was upset. Not answering Esme would probably make her even angrier, and he didn't want that. Hell, his mind was still in a blissed-out haze after the moment they had stolen, he didn't want that tainted by talking to Esme, but it was plain Trina wouldn't let him off the hook until he did.

Pressing the accept call button, Spencer put the phone to his ear. "Hey," he said simply. "You called me five times; somebody better be hurt."

"Spence, where are you? We're all waiting for you at the Metro Court restaurant! Dinner was supposed to start at 7, but your father and uncle both say we can't start without you!" Esme sounded more upset than she had the right to, considering she was there as his father's plus one, no matter what she might think.

"I got held up. I'll be there soon. Tell everyone I just had to take care of something."

Distrustfully, Esme asked, "Take care of what? Where are you, Spence?"

"I'll be there soon," Spencer repeated, panic rising in him as he saw Trina pull out her lip gloss and reapply a coat on her lips, which were looking even plumper thanks to their intense make out session. Retouching her makeup meant that she was putting a stop to this, and he didn't want it to end. "And, Esme, you don't have the right to ask me that anymore."

A cold silence before Esme spoke, her voice dripping with icicles. "You're with Trina, aren't you?"

Spencer ended the call without bothering to reply. He didn't need this hassle coming from a girl he hadn't considered his girlfriend in over a month. The only person who mattered was sitting on the desk right in front of him with an expression on her downcast face that was equal parts sadness and resolute. It broke his heart.

Author's Note- I mean, I had to do SOMETHING to deal with the Sprina drought we're having, and I hope it worked! 😂😂 Hope you enjoy, it was HARD to write, idk why lmao. Thank you for the comments and reviews, they really motivate me to write more! 💚💚 Until next chapter, which will be the last one- unless I decide to add on four more chapters, one NSFW-ish …👀👀. Let me know what y'all think about that idea, and thank you, as always, for reading! This chapter was written with the assistance of Luke James' music, which I have recently (as in today) discovered and am obsessed with!