FIC The days after the first kiss, part 13 (Spencer) M

Author: astabasta
Rating: M
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Spencer
Summary: How far will Spencer go with Emily?

Spoilers/Warnings: None

"Tell me about her," Emily says, studying Spencer.

"What?" Spencer asks, her eyes dart around the room to find something else to look at other than Emily.

"Your friend? You know, the one you keep blowing me off for."

"Well..."

"Does she have a name?"

"Ashley," Spencer says. "Ashley Davies."

"Davies. Like the rock singer Davies what's-his-name."

"Rafe Davies. That's her dad."

"What else?"

"I don't know. She's really nice, generous, kind, thoughtful...to me at least. Everyone else thinks she's a, you know..."

"Bitch," Emily deadpans.

"Ya, with an attitude but when you get to know her, she's an amazing person."

"A true BFF."

"You could say that. When I moved here, she was like the only person who was really sincere with me, you know," Spencer reminisces. "Even when she was being a total head case."

"She seems so random. Nice one second, mean the next."

"She's only that way if you don't know her."

"So," Emily stops sketching to look intently at Spencer. "How well do you know her?"

Spencer blushes, adjusts her legs and stretches her back to loosen a knot forming at both locations.

"Don't move," Emily exclaims as she rushes from behind the canvas to Spencer.

"This is harder than it looks," Spencer says as she squirms in order to seek a more comfortable position.

Once behind her, Emily molds her hands onto Spencer's shoulders.

"This happens to all my models," Emily says. "Nothing a little massage can't help."

Emily digs her fingers into Spencer's shoulders, kneading them slowly and rhythmically. Spencer instantly relaxes at Emily's touch. Spencer is suddenly reminded of her nakedness and the realization that Emily is the third person in her life to touch her bare skin.

Spencer's face reddens and a surge of warmth seeps from her shoulders down to her back. She keeps her arm securely across her breasts and closes her eyes.

"How does that feel?" Emily's kneading hands descend down Spencer's back.

"Nice," Spencer responds.

"How does this feel?" Emily says as she massages Spencer's lower back and sides.

"Better."

"And this?" Emily says as she places her moist lips on Spencer's shoulder once...twice...and again. The lower back massage and kisses fill the darkness behind Spencer's eyelids with images of stars and the galaxy, transporting her into a midnight black celestial world pointed with bright white lights.

Emily gently nudges Spencer around so that they face each other. The robe falls to the ground. Caressing Spencer's face in her hands, Emily looks deep into her eyes. Emerald reflects back at Spencer who is drawn into Emily's gaze, onto her freckled face and onto her lips. They kiss. Tongues like velvet stroke across the other, smoothly, lightly without haste or vigor, rush or worry. Emily separates Spencer's legs, which now hang over the side of the table, and places herself between them. Spencer locks her ankles behind Emily's back drawing her in closer. As they kiss, Spencer's arm falls from concealing her breasts and Emily caresses each firm mound carefully and gently, gliding her thumbs across each nipple. Spencer flinches with delight.

"Are you okay?" Emily asks as she releases Spencer's shoulders and steps away from the table.

Spencer opens her eyes to find the robe still at her waist, her legs bent across the table, and her arm still protectively across her chest. The only change that she is aware of is that her back is no longer stiff but her panties are remarkably wet.

"It won't be much longer," Emily says as she walks back to the easel. "Just look over your shoulder one more time. That's it. Goodness. You're perfect."