The next morning, Spencer groggily walked into the kitchen where Kyla was making coffee. She hopped up onto the counter and Kyla handed her a mug.
"Morning, sunshine," Kyla greeted.
"Morning," Spencer mumbled.
"Hungover much?"
Spencer grinned lazily and said, "a little. Why are you so chipper?"
Kyla held up her cup and stated, "third cup."
"Good God, Ky...so what are you in the mood for today?" Spencer asked, taking a sip.
"Well, I figure we could go through that box...and then go get you a little kitty or something!" Kyla said excitedly.
"Oh, no, Kyla. I hate cats."
"Oookay...a puppy, then!" Kyla said with an amused clap. "What's your favorite kind of dog?"
"I love Yorkshire Terriers!" Spencer exclaimed.
"You're kidding me, right?"
"No...oh, come on, they're so small and cute!"
Kyla replied with, "I heard a woman say that about a pair of shoes the other day. Seriously, Spence, why not a Golden Retriever or something?"
"I don't like big dogs," Spencer stated.
"Fine, fine...so where's that box?" Kyla asked, looking around.
"It's on the coffee table in the living room," the blonde responded.
"Well, let's get to it, blondie!"
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"Hey, blondie," Ashley said huskily as she crawled towards Spencer on the bed.
"Nuh uh, no sex 'til you finish your essay, babe," Spencer stated. "Your professor already gave you an extension."
Ashley grabbed the book Spencer was reading and placed it on the nightstand. She straddled the blonde and pushed her further back against the headboard. "But fuck, Spence, you're so hot when you concentrate."
"Nope, not gonna budge," Spencer replied with a shake of her head.
Ashley responded by grabbing the Spencer's hands and running them up her thighs to her sides and finally resting on her breasts. "Spence, come on, you've had me turned on all day. I had to watch you make me lunch in those little soccer shorts and that tight tank top and then you came back from your run all sweaty and hot...you've been driving me nuts."
"I guess you shouldn't have put off your paper then, huh?" Spencer said with a coy smile, giving her girlfriend's breasts a light squeeze before pulling her hands away.
"You're cruel. You just wait and see what happens the next time you're horny!" Ashley said, getting off of the blonde.
"Oh, please," Spencer said, reaching for her book.
"I'm going to go take a cold shower," Ashley stated, defeated.
Spencer waited until she heard the water begin running before she got off of the bed and quietly slipped into the bathroom. She stripped down to nothing and carefully opened the shower door. Before Ashley could turn around, Spencer grabbed her hips and pressed a wet kiss on the brunette's shoulder, biting down slightly.
"I'm sorry, baby," the blonde said, running her lips over the bite mark.
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Spencer opened the box once again and she and Kyla merely sat next to each other staring at the contents of the box. Kyla reached in and picked up Ashley's Sidekick cell phone and simply held it in her hands.
"She really never did anywhere without this," the brunette said sadly.
"Or this," Spencer said while reaching in to grab Ashley's wallet. She opened it, pulled out the older girl's driver's license and ran her finger over the picture. "God, even her license photo is beautiful. You should see mine, I look like a fat Chinese woman," the blonde said with a laugh.
"How is that even possible?" Kyla asked, chuckling.
"I don't even know. I asked the lady if I could take a new one and she just laughed at me!" Spencer replied. "Bitch..."
"Oh hey, what's this?" Kyla questioned, pulling out the key ring.
"I'd never seen those before yesterday. But one of the keys has an engraving on it," Spencer replied, reaching for the keys. She flipped them around until she saw the engraving on the last one. "Ninety-three, L.A.P.S. Do you have any idea what that means?"
"Actually, I might."
"Well?" Spencer asked nervously.
"Los Angeles Public Storage. It's off Clinton," Kyla said. "I used to go to the Starbuck's across the street all the time. I mean, I'm not one hundred percent sure that it's what it's for...but do you want to go stop by?"
Spencer paused for a second before saying, "yeah. I think I need to."
"Did Ashley ever mention putting anything in storage?"
"Nothing besides where she stored her cars sometimes," the blonde replied.
"Okay, here's the plan. We go shower and the whatnot, find a suitable puppy and then check out the mysteries possibilities of what this key holds," Kyla said, standing up from the couch.
"Okay, sounds great," Spencer replied with a smile.
"But hey, Spence, keep in mind that it could be nothing, okay? I don't mean to sound so crude, but..."
"I understand, Kyla," Spencer said with a sad nod.
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"Let's get a puppy, babe," Ashley said, resting her head in Spencer's lap.
"Are you sure? I mean, we're both usually pretty busy and you aren't always here," the blonde replied while running her fingers through Ashley's dark curls. "And I couldn't take it home. Glen's allergic to dander."
"And manners," Ashley quipped. "Okay, gorgeous. But maybe one day?"
"Definitely," Spencer responded. She traced the pad of her thumb along Ashley's cheek bone and said, "you're so beautiful, Ash."
"Not like you," the brunette stated, taking Spencer's hand and kissing each of her knuckles.
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"Oh, this one is fucking adorable! Look, Spencer!" Kyla exclaimed as she took the animal out of it's play area.
"That's a bunny, Kyla," Spencer replied.
"So? What, do you have a thing against bunnies?" Kyla asked, faking offense.
"They bite," Spencer simply stated.
Kyla was quick to set the rabbit back in it's area, "oh, ho, little buddy. You can keep your sharp ass teeth to yourself."
"Can I help you?" A young attractive woman asked.
"Um, yeah, we're looking for a Yorkshire Terrier," Spencer answered.
"Follow me," the girl said.
Kyla elbowed the blonde and whispered, "she's cute, Spence. Ask her out!"
Spencer smiled and shook her head, "she's not my type."
"Over here, we have two females and one male. They're six week old pure breds," the girl stated.
"The one in the middle is so cute!" Kyla said with an excited clap.
"Can I hold that one?" Spencer asked.
"Sure," the sales associate said while opening the glass door and reaching in for the pup. "Here you go. This one's the male."
Spencer took the puppy from her and pulled him to her chest. "I'll take him," she said after a minute or two.
"Yay!" Kyla said. "Now quit hogging him. Give him here!"
"Okay, you hold him while I go take care of everything," Spencer said, handing her the dog and walking towards the register.
"So, you'll need a leash, some bowls, food and grooming supplies, am I right?"
"Correct," Spencer said with a nod.
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"Okay, babe, I need a 3/8 wrench," Ashley said from beneath the car.
"You could have someone do this for you, you know," Spencer said from behind her magazine.
"Just give me the wrench, gorgeous," the brunette replied, sliding out on the creeper from underneath the BMW. Spencer placed the tool in Ashley's hand and as she slid back, she said, "yeah, you're right, I could. But I like this stuff, babe, it makes me feel normal, you know? Like I'm similar to every other person who's had to change their own oil."
"Respectable," Spencer said, now distracted by Ashley's flexing abdominal muscles that were peeking out from beneath her scrunched up tank top. She placed her magazine on the work bench next to her and continued staring at the brunette's stomach.
"Spencer? Did you hear me, babe?"
"Huh? Uh, no, sorry. What'd you say?" Spencer asked.
"I said if I ever become like Paris Hilton, I want you to take me out back and shoot me in the face," Ashley replied.
"Will do," Spencer said, half-heartedly paying attention to what her girlfriend was saying. Ashley grunted as she finally freed the bolt she was working on and that was the final straw for the blonde. She stood from the stool she was occupying and as Ashley rolled out once more, the blonde surprised her by straddling her waist. "You're really fucking sexy when you're dirty."
Ashley wrapped her hands in Spencer's hair as she ravaged her neck and pushed her hands up her sides below her shirt. "Fuck, Spence, you really know how to get a girl goin', don't ya?"