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How I Met Her Mother
Chap 3: Hopelessly Devoted
*Spencer*
"Ash are you ok?" My mom genuinely questions my stunned girlfriend, who hasn't moved from her spot in the kitchen, since my mother told us she was staying longer than a day.
"Yeah." she breathes out barely audible holding the side of her stomach that her mother kicked her in nine years ago, which still has discoloration from the bruise that never completely disappeared. It always seems to bother her when she's feeling nauseous. Her mind has condition it's self to relate sickness to her side, which reflects her mother. She closes her eyes tightly and tries to catch her breath. I feel horrible for being the cause of her anxiety. I honestly never have seen Ash so stressed… that's usually my job in the relationship.
"Why is your blazer and shoes on the kitchen floor dear?" My mother questions while narrowing her eyes.
"Ash?" I call to her. Even though she's doing all of this for me I am not going to put her through an interrogation, especially when she's clearly not feeling well. She looks up at me with pain reflecting in her eyes. And I want to warp her in my arms with every fiber of my being. I look at her face that's lightly drizzled in sweat and mentally kick myself for dragging her through this mess with me.
"Yes Spencer." She says in a shaky voice that tugs at my heart. To hear her call me Spencer melts my insides. I haven't heard her call me Spencer since, since, since- never.
3 years earlier
I don't know how I was able to speak let along profoundly when the brunette walked back over to me after reciting the beautiful words about me. I never thought I was good enough to be anyone's muse.
"So what brings you here?" Her seductive voice asks me and I melt right where I stand.
"I wasn't brought here, I walked here." I reply not sure if it sounded clever or absolutely lame.
"Come again?" she questions with a raised brow.
"Come again?" I didn't go anywhere in the first place." Ok I am starting to lean more towards the direction of lame.
She bites her lip and I wish it was my lips between her teeth instead. She lifts both brows and stares into me with chocolate arrows that penetrates my heart. She places her hands in her pockets, loosens the grip on her lip, and gives me a devilish grin before continuing."Excuse me beautiful." she walks up to me slouched over while taking both hands out of her pockets and extending them with palms towards me as she continues. "Would you be so kind to spare a hopeless woman some time." she says with a smirk that is too freakishly irresistible to deny.
"Hopeless?" I question.
"Hopeless devoted to you." she starts to sing Sandy's song to Danny from the movie 'Grease.'
Guess mine is not the first heartbroken,
my eyes are not the first to cry
I'm not the first to know, there's just no getting over you
I know I'm just a fool who's willing to sit around
and wait for you
But baby can't you see, there's nothing else
for me to do…. I'm hopelessly devoted to you.
"Well, I hope to be, if you let me." she finishes with a promising smile. She giggles a little before speaking again. "I can't really sing." She says replacing a promising smile with a bashful one. "But it seemed befitting to the question, and more importantly I knew I had great possibility of making you smile." She says with a wink and I can't feel my legs underneath me.
"Oh." I say as I look down while brushing a single strand of hair from my face, which seems pointless since I decided to wear my hair curly.
"So I am assuming it worked?" she questions while wiggling her brows.
"I thought you said assuming makes us both look foolish." I question daring to look back into those chocolate world wind eyes of hers.
"Actually I said it would make us both look like asses." She giggles and I mimic the action with a head shake. "But if you want to be politically correct… than yes." She's now leaning up against the bar of the café and I can see glimpses of her skin through her sheer leopard shirt, and faint traces of her lacy red bra. I blush at the sight and she gives me a teasing smirk. "Besides a wise, woman once told me that it's only wrong to assume if the assumption is wrong, and since you're smiling then it's clear that I wasn't wrong about making you smile." She says with wink and a smile and my legs are loosening all their strength.
"Sooo." She drags out a bit before capturing her lip under her teeth again. "Would you like to sit down because a woman in your condition shouldn't be standing up." she says with a smile playing on her lips.
"My condition?"I question. A bit offended assuming that she's applying that I'm either sick or pregnant.
She widens her smile. "Yeah, after you fell… you really shouldn't be on your feet"
"Fell?" I question a bit taken aback from the statement.
She lets out a sexy raspy chuckle and I get light headed from the high of her.
"Yes, after you fell." She leans in closer to my ear and I can smell the scent of sage and chai floating off of her radiant skin. "Fell from heaven."
And I couldn't help the laugh that shoots from my throat.
"You're laugh is as beautiful as your smile." She says with an adoring look and I hold my giggle to look back at her. "So, shall we sit?" She asks while pointing to the only table free in the cafe. It's crowed in here but no one dears to sit at the only table with a red wood top and leather stools and I mean no one. There's actually people standing against the wall instead of coming near this particular table.
I felt it would be rude to deny such an honor. Plus the brunette in front of me was beyond breathtaking… she was breath giving. Her beauty breathed air into my lungs and fueled me with every kind of emotion.
"Or would you rather stand." She teases.
I was so caught up in my thoughts I forgot to make my legs move. Shes staring at me with the most beautiful smile spread across her face and I guess I should answer. "Since you made such a great argument I guess I can spare a bit of my time."I say trying to sound smooth or mysterious; whatever will keep her interested in me.
We walk over to the table and she pulls out my stool for me to sit in. She takes her seat and the employees and some of the regulars start winking and smiling at us. The brunette gives them a stern look which makes them turn away immediately.
"I'm sorry about that." She says with a genuine smile. And I don't know if I'm the cause of how smiley she is or if it's just her thing.
"It's ok." I reply not really thinking it's her fault.
"Now what were you saying about walking here and not being brought?" She questions while rolling her tongue ring across her red candy apple bottom lip, and my mind thinks of places she could roll that ring on me.
I look back into her sensual eyes causing me to blush profusely. I try to recover by thinking of something clever to say, and here goes everything. "I walked here meaning I came at my own free will because nothing forced me here; therefore, nothing brought me here."I finish with a confident smile and head node.
'Mhm." She says while lower her eyes on me as if she's studying me.
I instantly feel hot, I take off my light knit sweater and place it next to me on the table top.
"Can I treat you to a drink…" She pauses and twists her lips a little as she thinks. "Bluuuue." She stretches the word out a bit.
"Blue?" I question while leaning back a bit.
"Yeah, I never got your name, so blue will do." She says with a head nod.
"Blue? So, do I call you brown?" I ask with a small smile on my lips
She returns the gesture and replies. "You can call me whatever you like as long as you call Me." and there goes that darn blush on my face again. " I should call you sparkle, since your eyes shine." She finishes with her bottom lip in her teeth and wiggles her brows.
"Ew!" I retort; even though, she looks extremely adorable right now.
"Ew?" she questions with a elevate brow and bit of disbelief in her tone.
"Yes, ew because the nick name 'sparkle' reminds me of a grandmother in Vegas with her sequin hat and matching… everything! I say with a gag face and continue. "I am only 25 gosh! I finish with my best 'Napoleon Dynamite' impression and a huge smile. I am surprised that I feel so relax around the beautiful stranger to joke.
She looks serious for a moment before bursts into laughter and I do the same. "Ok, so what would you like me to call you?" she questions still letting her giggle ride.
"Spencer." I reply
"Ok, Spence." She says with a smile.
"Spence?" I question.
" Yes Spence, I'm sure that your friends call you Spence and since I am so friendly I thought I do the same." She replies with another wink and a smile. It's clear that's her seal the deal combo and all I could do was shake my head at how much this girl pleases me.
End of Flashback
"Ashley why don't you go in your room and lay down for a bit." I tell her with a consoling smile. She gives me a small smile that expresses so much gratitude and heads to the room. I watch my girlfriend walk as fast as she can while holding her side. Leaving me and my mother by ourselves for the second time tonight, which I know means questions.
"so-" she asks waiting for me to look in her direction
See I told you...question. "Yes mother I reply not really wanting to.
She starts to pick up ash's jacket and shoes, not to be helpful but to point them out.
"Your girlfriend seems really nice, Spence." She says in a taunting tone.
"What?" I retort. "Mom she's not my girlfriend!" I reply harshly.
"She's a girl that's a friend, right?" She says with a slight shoulder shrug and a smile. "When I was a young lady my friends and I called each other girlfriends." She says while watching me out of the corner of her eyes. Ugh! I hate when she tries to mess with my head.
"Well she just a friend nothing else." I say with venom in my voice and I don't know why I am so angry. I start washing my hands with dish washing liquid, something I do to ease my nerves. I decide to stop when my hands start to feel sore and begin to turn red. I switch to putting the food in individual 'to go' containers.
"I'm glad where going to bring in the New Year together." She says in a small voice that I can't quite read. "Are you happy?" She questions with a bit of vulnerability seeping from her lips and I start to feel bad for treating her like the enemy. I mean it's not her fault I feel so tense, wait! It is her fault.
I love my mother, but I resent her for this guilt that I can't be the daughter that she wants me to be and as if I am embarrassing her. I stop packing the food for a second and look back at her with a small smile. "I'm happy." I say before turning around and continuing my previous activity. I feel her come behind me and gently wraps her arms around me. I stop what I am doing for a moment to place my hands on top of hers to embrace the small bit of comfort.
" Good." She says while kissing my cheek than releasing me from her grip and I feel tense again. In that slight moment I felt like the daughter she wants me to be and not the daughter she's going to hate when she finds out the truth.
She walks in the living room and collects her and Ashley Tea cups from the coffee table and places them in the sink.
"Spence that Tea was wonderful. What kind was it?" she questions with a true interest.
"Ginger and honey with a hint of mint." I reply simply. "And it's good for you." I say that last part with a smile reflecting on a memory.
"And when did you become such a tea expert." She question a bit impressed.
" I wouldn't say that, but-"
3 years earlier
"Ashley." the brunette says enchantingly.
"Pardon me?" I asked a bit dazed.
She does that sexy chuckle again." Who says patron me? And you think me calling you Sparkle would make you seem like a grandma?" she chocks out through a giggle and I playfully roll my eyes. "My name as I said early on stage is Ashley, but you seem friendly too or at least when you let your guard down, so you can call me Ash… or brown, whatever. She finishes with a shrug and a smile.
"Ok Ashley." I say keeping it formal.
She shakes her head. "So Spence…" She lets the 'e' linger on her tongue and I feel my insides shiver. "Can I treat you to a drink?" She question with a hopeful smile and how can I say no.
"I would like that Ashley." I say with a head nod and a bright smile.
She puts up one finger in the direction of the bar and the waitress comes sprinting. Wow, I never seen such speedy service.
"What can I get for you?" The woman with red natural curls asks.
"The usual for me please, Jessica." The brunette says without looking in the direction of the waitress.
"Chai latte right away Ma'am and for you Miss?" I am caught in Ashley's gaze…mmm Ashley I love the way her name rolls off my tongue. I am so mesmerized I forget about the patient waitress waiting to take my order.
" Spence?" Ash leans towards me gesturing for me to come closer with her index finger rolling towards her. I do as I am told and once our faces are inches apart she leans near my ear and whispers. "As much as I love watching you watch me, would you like to order?" She says with a giggle while leaning back in her seat.
Ummm. "Yes, I'll have-" I look down at the menu while chewing on my bottom lip in search of the most reasonable item; even though, I'm being treated I don't want to take advantage of her generosity. It's hard to find anything less than seven dollar and I am doing eye leaps through this perfectly structured and designed menu.
"Do you like the menu?" She questions with an amused smile.
" Yeah." I reply ducking my head lower into the menu. This smooth look I'm trying to uphold is harder than I thought, especially being in the presence of a goddess.
She must of sense my uneasiness because she tries to lighting the mood. "Good, I designed it myself." She says while putting on a smile that mirrors a four year old proud of their original finger painting.
I shake my head and giggle before focusing back on the menu. I look up at the red head waiting patiently... really patient. There are at least a dozen people waiting on service, but she is waiting on me. "I'll have a wa-"
I am cut off by the soothing touch of Ashley's hand on my right forearm. "Spence, I know you were not about to order water in this holistic tea establishment?" She questions. For the first time today her easy going demeanor seemed a bit serious and it kind of turned me on.
"Well I-" I am cut off again by a very passionate Ashley.
"You were going to try one of our healing teas, not only are they good, but they're good for you." She says with dominance before continuing. "Anything that's bothering you we have a tea that will take care of it. " She'll have the ginger tea." She tells the waitress while smirking at me.
"Did you really just order for me?" I ask a bit impressed and offended at her dominate nature.
She let out a divine laugh and any sigh of offense was taken down by her defense…charm. "I had to Spence."
Dang, I am really enjoying the sound of the shortening of my name.
"You were going to order water and I am sure it wasn't any of our custom waters". I fold my arms and look away in protest as she continues. "Besides ginger tea is good for blood circulation, immune system, and stress." She finishes the last example in a pointed tone. I turn back to face her and lose all previous thoughts once I see her dazzling smile.
End of Flashback
"Ashley has a vast knowledge of teas." I tell my mother as I put the jag of ginger tea leafs in my cabinet that's designated for all of our teas. I head back over to the already packed 'to go' containers to places them in reusable bags.
"Oh I see." My mother says in a tone I haven't heard her use before and I don't know what to make of it.
"Yeah." I say while packing up the last bit of food for the 'Mission'.
"Honey?" She says in a questioning tone and I don't know why she does this. It's like a question to ask a question, a pre- question. I shake my head at the thought in amusement. She's standing behind me and I can feel her eyes burrowing into my back for me to grant her premising to continue.
"Yes, mother." I reply exhausted. It's nine o'clock at night and my mother has been asking me and Ash questions for three hours straight. We're lesbians … we don't do anything straight. I laugh to myself after mentally using one of Ash's favorite phrases. Awe, speaking of Ash she still hasn't come out the room I really should go check on-
"Honey?" I'm taking out of my thought by my mother's impatient tone.
" Mhm." I say while brushing my hand down an already neat bun smoothing no loose strands in the process.
"You and Ashley have been roommates for 2-"
"3 years." I correct.
"Oh." She says as if I clarify it for her, but I know she already knew the right answer. "How did you two become roommates?"
3 years early
" Well-" I stretch out the word and my arms. Causing me to accidentally knock the drinks out of the redheaded waitress hands.
"I'm so sorry." She pleads before I could get my own apology out while picking up the cups and I am confused to why she's apologizing. A raven hair waitress with golden brown skin practically slides on her knees comes over with a towel to help the other waitress; again I am surprised by how rapid the service is here.
"It's ok Jessica and Sydae." Ashley assures them and they grab the cups and nod.
"I'll have the barista make you some more drinks." The red head says while walking backwards and mouthing "so sorry."
I put my hands on the table and hold them close together not trying to make any more of a mess. I started playing with my fingers that were becoming moist.
"Spence it's ok.' The raspy voice of the radiant brunette tries to assure me.
I chance looking at her and that was big mistake because now my cheeks are redder than before, which is the cause of a wink, lick/bite of her bottom lip, finishing it off with her signature smirk. That had to be the knock out combo because I was dazed, but the only star I see is her. Corny? I know.
"Spence?" She calls again with amusement in her eyes and on her lips.
"Yes." I reply slow and sexy (well, what I think is sexy) trying to muster up all the conviction I can. I think it might have worked because she rolled the ball of her tongue ring against her bottom lip and I took that as a sign of approval.
She leans in close causing me to get lost in the scent of sage and chai again before being brought to reality, or something like it by the melody of her sensual voice. "Don't worry about the tea Spence... it costs me nothing. Beside it had nothing to do with you." she smirks before continuing. "All employees get nerves around the boss no matter how nice of a boss you are." She leans back and I giggle at how good this woman is at massage my weak spot…making me laugh.
"Don't laugh at me." she whines cutely and one of my heart strings brake from the tug.
" I'm sorry you just-" I am interrupted by the red headed waitress.
"Waters while you two wait for your drinks?" She says with a smile and drinks on her tray. Ash looks at me then moves nothing but her eyes towards the waitress, which is her gesturing me to answer.
I clear my throat before answering."Um sure." I reply and the waitress places the waters on the table.
"You'll like this water it's my favorite, and that's probably why Jessica brought it. She states. She's really starting to sound neurotic with this whole 'I'm the boss thing'.
Ashley looks like she's my age or younger, so there's no way she can own this place, unless she's a heiress and I have not seen her on 'Here's the Heiress', which I watch faithfully.
"And why will I like this water Ashley, besides the fact that it's your favorite?" I questioned.
"It's that enough of reason?" She says and we both giggle. " Seriously it has mint leafs that have been soaked in honey that gives it a smooth taste with lavender to not only even out the taste but… it's good for insomnia, headaches, and stress. Finishing the last example with another pointing tone. I don't know why she assumes I'm stressed. "Plus all the ingredients are good for you." She says with a pleasant smile.
"As lovely as that sounds I only drink my water amongst other beverages from bottles." I say with a shy smile.
"Really?" She retorts and I give her stern head nod, which causes her to laugh. "Then I will have to start making bottle versions of my water from now on." She says with an agreeable head nod to herself. "Just for you of course." She adds with a flirtations smirk.
"Is that right?" I question with a slightly raised brow.
" Hopeless devoted remember." She replies than takes a sip of her water. "mmmm, Spence." She moans and I don't know why that turned me on so much. Now the heat on my cheeks has made an encore. She points down to her water and continues "You are missing out."
"You act like you never had it before." I say between nervous giggles.
"Spence, when something is so good." She says with an intense stare and I am torn between focusing on her chocolate eyes or painted lips. "Every time you have it, it feels like a new beginning." She finishes while slightly nibbing on her lip.
" The first time?" I correct.
"come again?" She asks and my mind goes elsewhere causing me to shake my head and hopefully my dirty thoughts in the process.
"You said when something is so good it's always like a new begging, and I was asking did you mean it's like the first time?" I repeat with a bit of cockiness to my tone.
"Nooo." She lets the last O linger. "I mean new beginning because the first time means when you experience something again it will have old feelings attach to it. And even if it's good feelings it limits you from the possibility of new feelings. Sometimes we think things are good because were comparing them to things we have experience and not the possibilities of things we haven't, so they might not be that good at all. She finishes and takes another sip of her water. It seemed like time stood still and the only movement was Ashley's tongue swiping off the excess pebbles of water from her lips. This woman was intriguing with every move she made.
"Ms Davies." The red headed waitress interrupts our moment of Silence and I am getting a bit annoyed with this constant checking in.
Spencer Davies...hmmm, I like the sound of that. Oh my God, did I just think that? I just met this girl, that's crazy. Wait... why is she calling her by her last name? When do Servers start calling customers by their last name?
"Yes Jessica." Ashley questions the server in an irritated tone.
"I am so sorry too interrupted, but the code expert wants to talk to you." The server say a bit uneasy pointing to the direction of a pecan colored woman with green eyes, sandy reddish brown teased hair that goes passed her shoulders, and a Colgate smile.
Ashley looks in the direction that the waitress is pointing and sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes at the sight. "I am sure she does." She mumbles to herself then lets out a heavy sign. "Tell her I'm busy and can't meet with her now." She says with a huff.
"I did ma'am, and I wouldn't trouble you if she didn't say it was important". The server replies while wringing the bottom of her apron and chewing on her bottom lip.
"Ugh!" Ash groans while hopping up from the stool. I didn't think she could get any more desirable, but she is so sexy when she's upset.
She starts to walk until she gets to my side of the table and her face instantly softens. "Would you excuse me for just a minute?" She asks while pleading eyes not to leave. I give her a gentle nod, which earns me an ear to ear smile. With that she's off to speak to the green eye beauty.
I look over to both women and 'green eyes' is pointing in my direction while Ashley nods. I decided to turn around because it's none of my business.
Sitting there for a few moments it dawns on me. The waitress rushing to clean up Ashley's chai latté when I first walked in, the host moving out the way so Ashley could introduce herself, the table that no one would touch that we set at, the waitress who waited for me to order my drink with no annoyance and the customers who didn't bother her, the same waitress plus one cleaning up the drinks when I knocked them over and apologized to me, all the jokes about being the boos…weren't jokes, And now a meeting with the codes expert. Ashley Davies is certainly the owner of this cafe. My cheeks burst into flames and my throat lost all of its moister. I instantly grab my purse from the floor and head towards the door. I hear a faint raspy voice calling after me, but I ignore it and continue speed walking.
After a ten minute power walk on crack, I finally make it inside my place tossing my purse and keys on my glass coffee table. I lean on the beige chair closes to the front door for support. I am trying to slow down my heart rate that's beating from the bottom of my feet to my temple as I find it hard to breathe. On a regular day it would usually take me twice the time to get home from where I was. Before I could get my thoughts around today's events I hear a knock at the door and I wonder who can it be. I don't have any friends and the people I do associate with I don't talk to outside of class, so obviously they wouldn't know where I live. I walk over to the door slowly and ask "who is it?"
"Hey Spence, it's me Ashley." The beautiful voice floats through my apartment and I didn't think I would ever hear the melody of her voice again. I snap out of it and start pacing back and forth in front of the door while doing spirit fingers. I am debate if I should answer the door or not. After a few seconds which seems like hours I finally decide to answer it. And there she was, the breathe giving brunette.
"Did you fellow me home?" I question a bit worried and flatter at the same time.
A wave of laughter crashes into me "No Spence, you left your sweater." She replies while holding up her alibi. "And you really shouldn't leave imported things in it such as your Id." She finishes with a smirk while showing me exhibit B.
"Oh." I say while reaching for it a bit embarrassed for accusing her. "Thank you for bringing it back to me, my grandmother made it for me."I inform her with a twinkle in my eyes as I think about my grandmother and how she loved to knit. I hold the sweat close to my cheek and press up against the soft cloth. I couldn't imagine what I would do if I lost it for good.
"I figured it had to be special since it didn't have a label." I look up at her designer clothes a bit confused and she giggles. "Clearly I'm a label wore." She says gesturing to her clothes for emphasis." But see labels let people know what category to place you in by their standers, but no labels means only you know what something does or does not mean to you, which in my opinion makes it more valuable."
I look deeper into pools of chocolate. "Thank you again for retuning it."I chock out a in a small voice.
With an adoring smile on her lips she replies. "Don't worry about it, Spence. It's kind of 'poet's code' to be a good samaritan and 'lesbian's code' to go after a beautiful women." She finishes with a wink, bite/lick of her bottom lip, and a smirk. Leaving me glued to my spot. "Besides you left before getting a chance to try our amazing ginger tea." She says while pointing at the two cups that are placed in the brown 'to go' cup holder that she's holding. I look down a little while remembering why I left in the first place.
"I really should-"I am cut off by the scent of sage and chai as she steps as humanly close as possible.
"Spence, don't make a hopeless woman beg." She whisper inches from my ears then slightly chews on her bottom lip anxiously.
"I guess a few minutes wouldn't hurt." I say while turning around to lead her to the house. Once I reach the beige color couch I notice Ashley hasn't moved from her spot. I walk back towards her mirroring her wide grin. "What are you doing?" I ask while twirling my fingers around each other.
"I can't come in unless you invite me." She says with a playful smile.
I bite my bottom lip and speak. "Would you like to come in Ashley Davies?" I ask her and I hate to admit I love the way her name rolls off my tongue.
With a devilish grin she walks in a few inches next to me waiting for me to lead the way to my sofa.
"You assumed again." She accuse with a mischievous grin.
" Oh." I retort with a elevate brow. She nods with huge smile. "How so may I ask?" I question very curious to the answer.
" You assumed I wasn't a vampire when inviting me in." we both look at each other with a slight giggle held in our throat before the laughter erupted.
" Too many twilight movies?" I guess between laughs and silence causes me to look over at Ashley who has a serious look on her face.
"I said vampires not glitter ghost. Real Vampires who will burst into flames and turn into dust in the sun…not sparkle in it. Vampires who hate who they are with anger burning through their soulless body… not sadness in their puppy dog eyes. Vampires who bond over human blood not." She thinks about it for a second. "Foot ball."
"Wow." I breathe out. "You're very passionate about that. I say with a smile.
"Well its poet's code to be passionate about something if not everything you speak of."
" So I'm guessing you're not a Twilight fan?" I tease.
She chuckles. "Now Spence what would give you that impression?" She says with a sly smirk. "I actually like the 'Twilight' books because Belle had spunk and although she loved Edward she was no damsel in distress. Unlike the movie where they made her all wimpy, but on the other hand Kristen Stewart is a fox!" I inwardly agree with that last statements and lick my lips in approval."I like 'Twilight' as a love story being a closet romantic and all, but not as a vampire tale. It's no 'Interview with the vampire.'
"That's quite complex." I say with a teasing brow and smile.
"Well it's 'poet's code'. We say at the same time and giggle.
She continues "its poet's code to be complex; however, complexity is really simplicity.
"Please do tell?" I ask leaning closer for her to finish.
"Complex simply means to think unlike simple things are understood without thought, so it seems, but that's a different matter. See Spence, sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple."
" That's deep." I breathe out with my chin in between booth of my hands.
She's giggles."Its poet's code." she give me an amused smile before continuing. "Every poet has some deepness to them because you have to go deeper to reach people sometimes because you're giving them a sense of something new, especially since people like to keep it simple. You provoke thoughts that they leave locked away. I don't write revolutionary poetry but I still have to go deep. Being a love poet I have to go to parts of my heart that most people tuck away to reach those broken, icy, damage hearts. Besides that last line about the questions was not mine it's a quote from Dr. Seuss. Another part of poet's code is to be great you have to first study the greats, so warren quotes will be mention." She states with wiggling her eyebrows and I shake my head and let out a light hearted giggle.
"one of the greats?" I snicker.
She gasps while holding her chest in mock offense. "Spencer are you kidding me? 'Green eggs and Ham' was about being so set in your beliefs that you might miss out on the best thing that can ever happen to you. And if you could possibly deny how deep that story is I know you have to admit 'The Sneetches' was deep. I look at her a bit lost.
"I never heard of it." I say a bit embarrassed.
"Oh, you must be one of those kids who only had the popular bed time story read to them." She says with a teasing smile. "Don't feel bad Spence, I didn't read the story myself until I was 21.
"How old are you?" I interrupt.
23, the story is about how prejudice is not seen through our eyes but our minds. For example, if everyone went blind we would discriminate on each other's voice or feel of one's skin. Of course Seuss displayed this through star bellies and non star bellies furry creatures, but the message was still delivered with intensity. I giggled to myself at how she just blew past her age.
Me and Ashley talked and laughed and I can't tell you the last time I laugh so much. We sipped our drinks as I sipped in all of her. I enjoyed watching her shed her layers and getting to see the equally beautiful faces of Ashley Davies.
"I do have a question." I say waiting for her premising to continue.
"Another one?" She playfully asks.
"How did you know I would know the song from 'Grease'?"
"Because every girl knows the movie 'Grease', epically girls with blond hair and blue eyes." she says with a wink.
"Oh and why is that?" I question.
"Because girls with blonde hair and blue eyes mirror the main character Sandy of course." She says with a look of 'duh' on her face.
"Sandy didn't have blue eyes." I retort.
"Well she should of." She says with a cheeky smile.
"Grease is one of your favorite movies?" I question.
"Spence, I'm a brunette." She says while pulling a piece of her brown curls for emphasis. "I have more of a darker taste, such as 'Sweeney Todd'." And there goes that chuckle I have come to adore. "Seriously, I did like 'Grease' and Sandy was my favorite character." She says while melting chocolate into blues.
"Really?" I say while clearing my throat.
" I like a flawed Character and I think Sandy was as flawed as it gets. She was trying to be the image of honey in world of shit. She had people hate her because they reminded them of their lost innocents and at the same time she was wishing she could lose hers. People thought Rezzo was her polar opposite, but she was really her mirror image. They both wanted to be the other and were judge for the image that others put on them. When getting a glimpse into each other's worlds they became their truest self"
Ashley was stroking my mind in all the right places. Nothing is sexier than a woman who can hold a conversation no matter the topic. I had to say something quick before I soaked through my panties down to my bare thighs. I swallowed hard and spoke
"Is it poet's code to be selfless?" I question and she lifts her eye brow for me to elaborate. "If so then why is the name of your café 'Egocentric'?" I say with a meek smile.
And the chuckle after my heart appears. "Selfless still has a bit of self in it and its good for one self to have their ego stroked now and again. And besides all poets are egomaniac… we just hide it well behind our enchanting words. She finishes with a pleased smile.
I get to my last sip of tea and decide to make that the reason for us to part ways. "Well, I had a really nice time." I say while standing up and she mirrors the action.
"Are you sure I have to go." She asks while looking down at her red open toed heel boots that she's twisting one against the beige carpet.
I bit my bottom lip at how cute she is and tried to mustard up the answer 'yes' but nothing was coming out.
She lifts her eyes slowly giving me a seductive look that turns a bit bashful. "Look Spence if this is about that woman at the bar-"
I think for a moment and she most be referring to the code expert, who I faintly remember her flirting with Ashley until the flirting wasn't return, which caused her to point in my direction angrily." Oh, no Ashley it's not about that." I say sincerely.
"Is it about me calling you Spence? Because I 'm not going to stop she says with a confident smile."
" No." I say a bit shy.
" Then what?" she asks with genuine concern mix with a bit confusion.
I turn around so my back is facing her and my eyes are facing my front door. I breath out heavy before continuing. "I was bit embarrassed because when I first came in I came to look for a job, but was distracted by the beautiful brunette standing at the bar with the potty mouth." I can feel her smile behind me and I mirror the gesture. "When I found out you were indeed the owner of the bar and smart, funny, insightful, charming, delightful, stunning, and pour amazing. I was embarrassed that you were out of my league. I felt her warm hands gently rub up and down my shoulders down to my arms. I turn around to dare stare into the eyes I always drown in. Once I face her she gives me a comforting smile.
"Spence, you are beautiful, intelligent, a pleasure to be around, and already keeps me on my toes." We both giggle. "Babe I'm not out of your league... you are the league." She says with lust in her eyes.
My heart flutters and before I could process her calling me 'babe' her lips gently collide into mine which instantly intensifies. Now she's sucking and pulling on my bottom lip with her teeth while my hands get lost into her locks as I lightly tug on it.
She whimpers into my lips "You can take it out."
And I pull off her thin black hair tie while licking off every trace of paint from her lips. Her hands slip up the back of my shirt snapping my beige bra off in one swipe, pulling the straps down my shoulders as the bra falls to the floor. She starts to run her cherry red nails down my back and I lean my head back in pleasure from the connection of nails to skin. She spins me around so that my back is facing the couch and pushes me on it, ripping my blouse off in the process while exposing my harden nipples.
She smirks down at me before saying. "Don't worry I'll buy you a new one."
She then leans down to slide her tongue around one of the already harden nipples, making it harder to the point of slight pain that hurts so good. She rotates her tongue around the nipple than slowly sucks it into her mouth along with some of the breast. I moan her name and it energizes her. She slides her tongue from the nipple she was teasing to the other and does the same action. The only noises that fill the apartment, which haven't filled it in two years are the sounds of sucking, slurping, moaning, and now Ashley's name. She leans up to look at me with raw desire in her eyes and I reach for her blouse's bottoms only to have my hands slap down as she yanks her blouse off with more force than she did mine.
I am in awe of the image that's over me, untamed chocolate curls scattered across her face with swollen faint red colored lips, glazing skin, amazing abs, with perked nipples poking through her red bar. I reach up and she lets me this time and I slowly rub my fingers against her already harden nipples and she moans at the touch.
She grabs my wrist with a slight force and glides my fingers to her mouth where she licks each one slowly rotating her tongue against the tips before taking them into her mouth. I feel my wet lips against the seat of my panties and I could orgasm off that along. Once she's done with my hand she does the same to the other hand than glides it into her black pants to her soaked center and my clit jumps from the touch.
"See how wet you get me baby." She whimpers as she grinds her clit against my fingers and were both moaning from the acting.
She removes my hand and places it back to her mouth this time taking all of my fingers and sucking her juices off them and I bite my lip from the display in front me. She places my hand down on my stomach and looks at me inventively before she leans down and sucks on my lips and I slide my tongue into her mouth and she sucks on it.
She's sucking on my tongue and pushing my head towards her while gripping my hair. She pulls my hair breaking the kiss while keeping my bottom lip between her teeth. She releases my lip and unbuckles her belt then tears off her pants tossing them to some remote location.
She pulls off my skirt revealing my wet spot in the seat of my panties and I blush a little. She rotates her tongue ring against both parts of her lips and pulls my panties down causing my juices to slide from my bare lips down my right thigh to my ankle. She places the panties to her nose inhale deeply and leans her head back from the satisfaction of the smell. She places the panties around her neck and rips off her bra exposing her dark caramel harden nipples and I lick my lips at the sight. She smirks and removes her red lacy boy shorts to reveal her full lips with a light amount of brunette hairs.
She reaches for my hand and I give it to her. She pulls me up into her arms dips me down and gives me a passionate kiss until we had to break it to catch our breaths. She wraps me up in her arms with my legs dangling and carries me into the bedroom. Tosses me on the bed and slowly crawl near my toes where she places light kisses on them before grabbing both feet in her hands and rotates her tongue against the tip of my toes before sucking on them one at a time. I move around tangling my face in my hair as I grab the pillow for support. She releases my right leg and focuses all of her attention on my left as she kisses up my ankle to my inner thigh then mimics the action on my right leg.
She gets to my center and smirks and wiggles her brows as I whimper and arch my back pleading for her to enter me. She starts to place small kisses on my second pair of lips, sliding her tongue against them, and then slowly sliding a finger at the tip of my hole.
"Ashley pleases." I'm surprised by my own plead, but I don't care I need her inside me.
I hear an amused giggle and I can feel her smirk, which gets me even wetter. I feel her spread my lips with the tip of her tongue and rotate against my walls then brush against my throbbing clit and I almost lose it. I feel her grab both of the outer sides of my thighs as she starts to pull me towards her. I didn't realize I was scooting off the bed head first with the pillow over my face.
"Why are you running away from me?" She questions with dominance in her voice and I am already too weak to respond.
She grinds her lower lips against mine and I can feel our throbbing clits touch. I try to scoot away because the pleasure is too much, but she pushes herself more into me. I start to feel my body tense up in the best way and before it releases she lifts my legs up and dive into my center. I am pushing her head close to my clit while she rubs against it with a stiff tongue before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it. She slowly brushes her tongue against my clit increasing the speed with every stroke. This process continues for at least eight orgasms.
Five hours later...
I feel soft kisses along my body and I open my eyes to lust filled midnight brown staring back at me. "Ash?" I question with a pleased smile.
She smirks while putting her chin on my stomach and I caress her hair. "See I told you that you're friendly once your guard is down." She puts on a wide smile before continuing. "And all I had to do was get in your walls to break down your walls."
I cover my face with both hands. "Shush Ash!" I shout through a giggle. She removes my right hand from my face and begins to kiss in the palm and I remove my left hand from my face and place it in her hair and starts to play in it. "Ash?" She lifts her eyes for me to continue "Did I fall asleep...during-?" I ask while chewing on my bottom lip a little. She laughs a bit, which makes me more nervous.
"No babe, you fell asleep a few times and I kept putting my fingers in you, causing you to wake up moaning. I eventually decided to let you get some rest before I finished"
Finish? I ask a bit a nervous; I am not use to going this many rounds. She replies with a smirk and head nod.
Her eyes brighten as she lifts up. "Babe I have a great Idea." she says while jumping up and heads to the living room.
She comes back with a wicked grin and something behind her back. But all I could focus on was drinking in all of her nakedness and it was astonishing.
The bed shifts and I didn't know she was so close, I didn't even know she was walking. "Babe closes your eyes." She says with excitement and I do so. "Ok, open them." She says while bouncing a little.
I open my eyes to a box with a picture of a red elbow shape gadget as I read the words above it. "We vibe." I say slowly leaving my lips in the last letter shape and my brows knit together.
I hear the sexy chuckle of the brunette "it's a vibrator." She says with a bigger smile than before and I cross my arms and let out a puff of air. Her smile falls and her eyes that were once filled with excitement are now replaced with inquiry. "What's wrong with you? If you're not into toys that's all you had to say, you don't have to get an attitu-"
I cut her off. "No Ashley." And I see a bit of hurt in her eyes from me calling her by her whole name. "I am not into being someone 'flavor of the week'." I retort with my arms still folded and turning my head to the side looking out the bedroom door. She comes around and kneels down on the floor in front of me as she stares up into my eyes and my demeanor softens.
"Babe I bought the vibrator today on the way to work to use on myself, but I won't say that I'm not happy that I have someone as beautiful as you to use it with. She gives me her defense melting smirks. "Because playing with yourself is fun, but playing with others is so much better." she gives me a wide smile.
" I'm sure you say that to all the girls.. like the code expert..mhm" I roll my eyes.
"I thought you weren't worried about her." She says with a knowing smirk.
"That was then, this is now." I retort.
She brushes through my hair with both hands. " Spence that was my ex and she wanted me back and used business to get me to talk to her, but I left her and business to chase after you. I am the owner of the only lesbian poetry coffee shop in the middle of gay man's land better known as West Hollywood. I am young and attractive and once I open my mouth to speak their left in awe by my intelligence, so yes I do have women throwing their panties at me from time to time, but those women are so shallow. That's the thing about LA you can see beauty everywhere you turn but very few have depth to them. Spence you are the full package and you don't need to feel threaten by anyone because you're the one." She kisses me passionate.
She climbs on top of me not breaking our kiss until she lying on the side next to me and I miss her lips instantly.
" Sooo" she says while reaching for the box she left unattended then holding it up and I nod allowing her permission.
She opens the box, takes out the vibrator, and wipes it with an anti bac wipe, then dips it into a cup of water before drying it with a paper towel. I must have missed her brining in all these things when I was lost in the trance of her nakedness.
She places the object's small handles on each side of her neck above my panties that she's still wearing as a necklace and flips a switch. She spread my legs then my lips and places her vibrating tongue against my clit and I instantly slide back towards the head board as the weaves crash through my body and I orgasm profusely .
Six hours later...
Ashley and I are facing each other as we run our fingers through the other's hair while I give her lazy kisses because she's still fully energized. I pout and she kisses it away.
"What's wrong babe." She asks with perky smile
"I meant to ask you why the new name?" I ask as my eyes slightly lower
"Is that what's wrong?" she question with doubt evident in her voice.
"Nooo" I reply as my eyes get lower. "But I still want to know."
"Like I told you before labels are for people outside of you. I call you babe so you can know I plan on keeping you and for others to know that they can't have you." she finishes and I can hear her lips part into a smile as my eyes are now completely close. She places a small kiss on my lips and I whimper for more. "Not into you tell me what's wrong." She play threatens.
I open my eyes to look at her."You haven't let me do you." I say with a pout and she kisses it away while giggling into my lips.
She lies on her back." I'm not a 'touch me not butch or femme or nothing'. I just like to get mines first.
"Well, waiting for you to be done 'getting yours' I'll never get a turn." I whine.
"I don't want to brag." She says while wiggling her brows. "But I have been told to have an addicting taste and I wanted to get you sprung off the tongue before the clit, so that way you can't live without either." She says with a cocky smirk. And I roll my eyes.
She crawls up my body and straddles my face and as soon as my tongue brushed her clit I moaned in agreement to her previous statement. She started ridding my tongue and I get lost in the taste of her. Her taste was sweet and savory, it was cool than warm, it was a variety of flavors. I pushed my tongue in and out of her as she bounced on it and her juices started to overflow down my chin and the corners of my mouth. She places my hand on her breast as she continued to bounce on my tongue. I gripped and squeezed on her soft pillows and I drowned in her juices and moans of my name that filled the apartment. I caught every orgasm she released on the tip of tongue and down my throat and she tasted like heavens youth fountain.
After four hours of having my face buried in Ash's love walls I start kissing up her bare cheeks to her back wanting more and she giggles. She turns over and greets me with a light kiss, she's nowhere near tired or has falling asleep, she just giving me a moment to catch my breath. I don't know where she finds the energy…maybe it's because of those teas.
"Babe?" the raspy voice questions taking me out of my thoughts.
"Mhm." I answer in a dazed and she giggles.
"Sooo." She drags out and she's adorable when she's hesitant. I smile at her to continue. "You're looking for a roommate she says while waving the flyer I printed out earlier today, but having gotten around to passing them out.
"Yeah, I am." I say while looking away thinking it's kind of embarrassed that I need help paying my rent when she could probably buy a mansion if she wanted.
"Where do I put in my application?" She says lifting up on her right elbow a little.
"Huh? You need a place to stay?" I question in disbelief and she giggles.
"It's not like I'm homeless Spence." She giggles. "I live above my café and for the longest time I wanted to make that part into a hookah lounge. Only reason I haven't is because I thought it would kill the mood telling customer they can't sit there and to smoke on the balcony because I don't want any smoke on my furnisher. We both giggle. "You would really be doing me a favor Spence." She says with vibrant smile.
"Isn't it bad to mix busy with pleasure?" I question with a head tilt.
"Come on Spence, this is not about business or pleasure, it's about making sense and this makes sense. Besides if you get tired of me I can always go into my own room." Which, she hasn't slept in 3 years until now.
"I guess you're right." I say a bit unsure.
"Of course I'm right." She assures me.
"Are you sure you want to commit to this." I ask not sure if I mean the apartment or this speedy relationship that's happening.
"Hopeless devoted remember? She states with a reassuring smirk. And I smile as my nerves ease a bit. "I guess we are regular U-Haul lesbians." She jokes and we both laugh.
End of Flashback
"We became roommates after bonding over tea." I tell my mom with an assuring head nod and knowing smile as I reach into my fridge for a glass bottle of water. "Would you like one?" I ask while trying to change the subject as I turn to face her pointing to the bottle."
"Yes please." My mother says with a smile. I hand her the bottle that's already in my hand and grab another one for myself. "Honey what does this bottle say?" She asks while pointing to the writing on the bottle as if she can't see or read.
"It says 'Egocentric' mom." I say with a small eye roll.
"Not that dear, I meant what's under it?" She says while point to the lower scripture and my heart sinks a . "Does that say Sp-Ash-ley." she reads out slowly.
I get my nervous together "Yeah, it's from Ashley job." I retort hoping she'll drop it.
'Why did she blend your names together?" she questions with judgment in her tone.
" I gave her the idea to bottle her water and since it's her place it only made since to blend our names." I say with a small smile and mentally wipe the invisible sweat from my brow.
"Uh huh?" She retorts and I open my water and look away as I sip it.
Only seven more days, seven more days, seven more days…God help me.
A/N: What do you guys think? I know the sexy times were awesome and what else? Did you like Spencer POV? Sharing is caring so lets feed each other.