Box (Part Two)

My boots are no longer on my feet. They're leaning against the side of the wall, and my head is tilted backwards.

"Holy crap, stop," Spencer suddenly blurts out.

I am assuming she is referring to my whistling, and when I move my head to look at her, her eyes are right on me. But they're not so angry. She just looks tired and a little aggravated.

"Sorry," I mumble. "I can't believe this."

Spencer just keeps looking at me. Her eyes are piercing mine, and they're not just situated on my own brown ones. They move from my cheek, to my lips, to my neck, to the top of my head, and back to look into my eyes. Her expression is calm now, and she blinks slowly. She looks really gorgeous.

I don't say anything and neither does she. Whether we're thinking we're going die in this box, or that we're going to end up breaking up after we survive, neither of us says anything.

"I love you," Spencer says randomly. And her voice is soft, mellow. It is the very thing I need to calm myself down, to steady my nervous, shaking hands. Her statement is something I haven't heard in a while. I know she loves me, and she knows that I love her. After time, though, those three words began to be spoken less and less. I missed them.

"I love you too Spencer."

"Are you sure?"

I nod slowly, but surely. "Positive. Always have, always will." I motion for her to scoot over to me, and even though the majority of my brain thinks she will stay where she is, she does move. Spencer moves next to me, leaning against my shoulder, and I put my arm loosely around her. She moves closer to me when I lightly kiss her forehead.

We had been hanging out for a while. Maybe it was two months. Maybe it was three months. All I knew was that when I was hanging out with Spencer time seemed to be irrelevant. The new girl I met was really only the tip of the iceberg. The more time we spent together, the more I realized how funny she was. How sweet. How sarcastic and fiery she could be when she let loose.

And my crush was growing. Each time I saw her, the urge to kiss her became stronger. But we were molding a foundation, we were taking our time. Neither of us expressed it, but I knew she felt the same. She had to. Spencer couldn't do small things, like kiss my cheek, and grab my hand randomly in the car, and sit on my lap playfully in the park, and try to pay for me, without having some feelings for me.

Every time we made contact, which began to be much more often, I felt tingles go throughout my body. There was this electricity I had never felt before. I was only nervous that if I did end up growing the balls to kiss her, I would surely explode.

"What should we watch?" Spencer asked me. She was sitting on my bed, remote in her hand. She definitely looked adorable today. Tight jeans, think blue t-shirt. Her hair had gotten longer and it was down. Very blonde and very pretty.

"Hmm. The Golden Girls?"

Spencer laughed. "You're a nerd."

I just looked at her and smiled. And she smiled back. When I went to sit down next to her, I tried to grab the remote out of her hand. Bur she jerked away and smirked.

"For real Spence. The Golden Girls is on," I whined.

"Stop whining," she joked and gave me a soft shove.

I shoved her back, and tried to knock the remote out of her hand. But she held on to it. Spencer just gave me a playful look, and waved it in front of my face. But as soon as I went to grab it, she pulled away. I moved closer to her.

"I know you're ticklish cutie. Don't make me use that against you," I threatened her with a sly smile. My hand started to touch her side, and moved away.

"Don't you dare."

"Gimme the remote." I moved closer to her, keeping her eyes level with mine.

"No sir."

I grabbed her right as she tried to get off the bed, and pinned her down. My body was floating above hers, and every part of her I touched felt incredibly soft. We fought playfully a lot. And it always ended up this way. This intense flirting, this feeling of me just wanting to kiss her.

With her back on the bed and my head moving closer to her own, Spencer spoke. "No fair, you're stronger."

I chuckled easily. "At least you admit it," I whispered.

My heart was pounding, and I know I was smiling stupidly at her. But I just couldn't help it. She made me smile. Everything she did made me smile. Her smile, her laughing at me, her throwing something at me. All made me smile.

Her eyes were partially lidded, and watching me intently. I saw them dip down quickly to my lips. "Are you ever going to kiss me?" Spencer asked me softly, it was barely audible.

I bit my lip and moved my face impossibly close to her own so our noses were touching. After I nodded, I bent my head down the rest of the way and let my lips brush against hers for the very first time. I'll never forget it. It's insane to think that with one, small kiss you can know. Most people say that'd be impossible. At that moment, though, I'd say they were wrong.

She felt soft, and her lips tasted delicious. And I almost did explode. I felt Spencer move her hands to the back of my neck, bringing me closer to her, making it so my body rested on hers. My lips moved from hers, to her cheek, to her jaw line, and back to her lips.

"Wow," Spencer finally breathed out. My eyes were closed, and my forehead was leaning against hers. I smiled.

"So what do you think Dr. Samsoniablahblahblah would have to say?" I ask Spencer.

I feel her shrug and then clear her throat. "Ashley," she says in this cute, fake manly voice. "How are you feeling towards Spencer. Good? Bad? Sexually impulsed?""

I laugh. "Definitely sexually impulsed."

Spencer hits my arm lightly. Thankfully it's not the one that I had banged up against the wall. "You never say that."

"I don't like talking about sex with him. Just, weird."

"Yeah, I guess." Spencer's bright blue eyes look up into mine, and they make me smile. I could look at them all day long. "You remember the first time we had sex?" She chuckles. "You were so nervous."

"Whatever," I mumble. "I just really liked you."

"Aww." Spencer kisses my cheek and chuckles into it. It makes butterflies run rampant in my stomach.

I kiss the side of her mouth and smile, but Spencer just looks at me and then drops her eyes to my lips. She's more serious than she was moments before, and suddenly so am I. I feel the need to kiss her, so I move my head close to hers, so our noses touch. And then our lips touch, and it's fiery hot. My whole body lights on fire with that one kiss and I don't want it to end. Spencer moans into my mouth when I bite her lip.

Her hand moves to my shoulders, gripping the material of my thin t-shirt and tugging it towards her. Still kissing, I start to unbutton her blouse. Pop one button after another open until all that's there is Spencer in her black bra. And then I'm pushed against the wall with Spencer straddling my lap. She takes my t-shirt off in one swift motion.

I am breathing heavily into her mouth when I speak. "You taste so fucking good Spence."

She doesn't say anything, just kisses my neck while I unzip her skirt. I feel her bite my skin and it just makes everything sexier, more intense. I need to have her closer, so I pull her roughly against me. I just, I need more of her right now. And I get more of her, because Spencer lets me in. She lets my fingers in, my tongue. And she's panting so heavily that I'm afraid she might faint because of how hot it is inside this box. For many reasons.

But she tells me not to stop, and I don't until I'm sure she's finished.

Spencer collapses on top of me, her arms around my neck holding her steady. I place small kisses on her temple and on her cheek. Her chest is rising and falling against mine.

"I love you," I whisper into her ear. She looks at me, and kisses me so gently that I think I might cry. "I love you," I repeat, more for myself than for her.

I was holding Spencer's hand in mine. I wanted to bring her somewhere special, somewhere slightly romantic. It was a little chilly out so I had given her my sweatshirt. And she looked adorable as ever in it.

We hadn't spoken in the short time it took us to walk down the beach. But her body stayed close to my own, keeping me warmer than it would ever be, even with that sweatshirt.

I knew I loved her the second I kissed her in my room those few months ago. But that's not really the type of thing you say to someone right off the bat. Since that day, we had been inseparable. I was convinced that I would never get enough of her, never get sick of her.

Spencer settled herself on the rock I had chosen for us to sit on. I wrapped my arm around her and let her head fall into my shoulder.

"I like this," she said quietly.

"I like you," I responded, and kissed the top of her hair, which smelled delicious. Like strawberries, I think.

"Yeah?"

I nodded now that her eyes were on mine. They seemed to sparkle even more at night, under the glowing moon.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "I love you," I told her honestly. For some reason, I was calm, I was smiling.

And then I felt Spencer touch the side of my face with her warm hand. She kissed me. "I love you too Ashley."

I knew I had her heart, and she knew she had mine.

"69 pairs of Spencer's panties on the wall, 69 pairs of panties. Take one down, pass it around, 68 pairs of Spencer's panties on the wall."

I feel Spencer slap my face lightly and I laugh. "Enough of that song baby," she says sleepily.

Spencer is resting against me, between my legs and my arms are wrapped around her. "I hope we don't die here."

I feel an elbow nudge into my rib cage. "Ash!" But she laughs.

"Kidding, kidding."

I have no idea how long it has been. Just as I'm thinking that I am so hungry, for actual food now, not Spencer, the elevator makes that horrible noise again and all the buttons light up. After it stops shaking, I feel the elevator move upwards and make that little ding sound.

By now, both Spencer and I are standing up, fully dressed, holding hands. The doors open on some random floor and both of us move out of that fucking box as fast as we can. When it is safely a good enough distance away from us, we look at each other.

I smile at Spencer. She looks adorable, her hair is all messed up, and her shirt is not buttoned correctly. She takes a step closer to me, and I put my hands on her hips pulling her even closer.

"Soooo, Dr. Samsonialblarghablargh?" I ask quietly, rubbing her sides with my fingers.

All Spencer does is kiss me. "I don't think we need him anymore."

And I couldn't agree more.

"Let's go home," Spencer says after nudging my cheek with her nose.

I nod at her with a stupid, wide grin on my face. "Okay. But we're definitely taking the stairs."

El Fin.