A/N-So here's chapter 4, please enjoy :)
Again, I don't own Ashley or Spencer. But I do own Alex Parker and Danielle Summers.
Now read or die! :P
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_Chapter4
`Normal POV_
"LAPD, freeze!" Ashley and Alex commanded, hands atop their holsters.
Jared Wilson stood at the automatic doors of a supermarket, glancing from one detective to the other before throwing his groceries at them and then running back into the store. He was desperate enough to run back into a closed space and hope that he'd make it out alive.
Ashley groaned and Alex huffed, following after the suspected murderer.
The brunette went left and Alex went right, weapons drawn.
Ashley had run past 4 aisles and still couldn't spot him when-
"Ow! Stupid prick!" she heard Alex Parker's voice hiss angrily.
She almost laughed at her best friend when she was reminded of what situation they were currently in. And if Wilson was the murderer, they really needed to watch their backs. Because the stuff they read off the reports on the things that man could do…oh, he was dangerous alright. She made it over to Alex who was rubbing at her left shoulder, nostrils flared and eyes narrowed.
"That son of a bitch threw a can of pineapples at me!"
"I like pineapples." Ashley stated with a smile.
The taller of the two raised a brow,
"Yeah? How bout I shove the pineapples up your nose-"
"Relax, I was kidding, now let's go get the man and rip him a new one."
The two ran to the end of the aisle and almost got hit in the face with a mop if they hadn't ducked. Ashley kicked at the man's ankles and Alex pounced on me, restraining his arms as he lay on the floor, face down.
A small crowd had formed around the two officers murmuring 'ooh' and 'ahh' like they had never seen someone get arrested before.
And when the older girl pulled Jared Wilson up, he was swaying on his feet slightly, making the brunette frown and shake him.
"Hey, focus, I am not carrying you back to the car." she said firmly.
Alex, on the other hand, brushed off her fitting black pants with quick pats.
She then cleared her throat,
"I may or may not have knocked his head against the shelf as I took him down." she said casually.
"…Why am I not surprised?" her best friend rolled her eyes.
"Guess you found that whore's body huh?" he sneered although he was feeling slightly off.
"She flirted with another guy and you decided to kill her for that?"
The grin on the man's face stretched into a sick smirk as he leaned in closer to Ashley,
"I wasn't talking about Stella." he whispered into her ear.
"You sick bastard." she hissed with narrowed eyes.
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7 hours later, Ashley and Alex were standing over Talia Anderson's cold body on the bedroom carpet stained with dark red.
"Jesus christ, he has issues." Alex muttered, looking at the hacked body with a grimace.
"Least he's gonna be in a cell for the next 30 years…" was the quiet reply.
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Ashley Davies was leaning against the bar with her corona, rolling her eyes at the scene of Alex and Danielle Summers going at it on the dance floor.
Seriously, they were like bunnies, and not the normal ones; she meant the energizer bunnies. The ones that don't fucking stop.
"God, I need to get laid" she murmured to herself, letting her gaze scan the dance floor slowly. She appreciated all the dancing figures, the endless legs and cleavage, the sexy music.
And she almost did a double take when she spotted Spencer at the end of the bar, sipping at what was probably a vodka and cranberry juice.
"Hey," she husked to the blonde.
The young woman looked up, not at all surprised at who she saw.
"Ashley."
"Here by yourself?" the brunette automatically kicked into gear, ready to tear off the girl's clothes and take her against the bar, and then the wall…basically anywhere.
"Mhmm." Spencer replied casually, continuing to down her drink and avoiding eye contact.
She knew what type of girl Ashley was, it was so painfully obvious and she wasn't planning on putting out to a playgirl. She was drunk the last time she fell into bed with the detective and almost gave in. Ok, so she passed out, but, the point was that she wasn't going to sleep with Ashley Davies. Ever.
No.
"Do you wanna dance?"
Spencer smiled politely and shook her head,
"No thanks."
The shorter of the two rolled her hazel eyes slightly and took a step closer.
"You act like I'm gonna rape you or something."
The other woman simply raised a perfect brow, daring her to say otherwise.
"With Ashley Davies, there will be no raping involved." the brunette stated,
"It's not needed." she then added.
"You know, that's the attitude that won't be getting me in bed."
Ashley paused for a moment; she had never met a girl who didn't want to sleep with her. They either played hard to get or flung themselves at her, there was never any in-between. But the hot blonde standing before her, she was definitely something else.
Her thoughts were interrupted,
"And I see my friend. Goodnight Ashley." she sidestepped and walked away without another glance at Ashley who stood there, really kinda stunned.
So the 24 year old took a moment to recover, shaking away all thoughts of the hottie before making her way over to an attractive brunette eyeing her up.
The nameless girl winked and Ashley returned the gesture with her famous nose crinkling smile
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The two tumbled into bed, skirts and bras flying across the room as Ella rained frantic kisses down Ashley's taut abs.
"You are so beautiful." The girl murmured, trailing her tongue along the sweated skin above her black boy shorts which were then pulled off.
The detective almost rolled her eyes had she not been so damn horny.
She didn't need any corny compliments when hot sex was about to go down, she just needed an orgasm damnit. But half the girls she took home never seemed to get that particular point about her, so she did what she learnt always shut them the hell up.
The brunette simply pushed the girl's head down to where she needed it the most and arched her back, biting at her bottom lip to keep from moaning.
That girl really knew what she was doing and god did it feel good!
And it was several minutes later when she felt that familiar tightening in her lower stomach as she tangled her long fingers in brown locks, screaming as she came.
But, the only downside was that she screamed a name.
And not just any name, it didn't start with an 'E' and end with an 'a'. Instead, she screamed Spencer Carlin's name.
Loud and clear.
The brunette collapsed back onto the bed with heavy breaths when Ella's head snapped up, looking so damn wounded.
"Did you just scream some guy's name as I went down on you?"
Ashley groaned quietly and waited a moment before sitting up, not even bothering to cover her naked body.
"Look, I'm just-"
Oh hello throbbing cheek.
"I can't believe I thought I was different." She shook her head and climbed out of bed, looking for her discarded pieces of clothing all over the room.
Not even 10 seconds after the front door slammed shut did Alex Parker poke her head into her best friend's room.
"Unhappy customer?" she smirked teasingly.
Ashley glared, which only seemed to make Alex smile even bigger as she stepped into the room.
"So what'd you do?"
The older of the two deflated at that, pulling the sheets all the way up and over her face.
"I screamed the wrong name." she muttered,
"You called out blondie's name?" the asian girl asked knowingly.
Ashley finally revealed her face and sighed,
"All I could see was her freaken blonde hair and stupid blue eyes."
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2 weeks later Ashley had only gotten laid three times, which turned out to be bloody disasters where she was either slapped or kicked out of bed. It wasn't her fault she had a thing for blondes and tended to call out the wrong name at the wrong times.
Don't judge!
And it didn't help that she saw one hot Spencer Carlin everywhere; at the stupid supermarket when they went grocery shopping, at Starbucks, at a mexican restaurant, even at the goddamn public toilets. She just couldn't seem to escape the younger woman who never seemed to be interested in anything more than friendship with her.
And to be frank, it was driving Ashley Davies up the wall.
So, on a quite Monday afternoon she picked up her phone and typed off a quick text.
'lets go out for coffee friend'
A reply came a few seconds later.
'when were you thinking, friend? :)'
'in 20 mins, starbucks'
'done'
"Yesss." The 's' seemed to drag on forever until a pencil hit the side of her head before falling onto the desk and then rolling onto the floor.
"Stop hissing, you retard." Alex said, actually doing the paperwork for once in her life.
"I'm meeting Spencer for coffee in 20, if you call me within the next 2 hours I will kill you"
Alex rolled her eyes even though she was actually quite amused and proud of her partner all at the same time.
"Don't worry, I'll be plenty busy"
"Dani coming over again?"
"Maybe" Alex gave up on paperwork and dropped the pen while popping her back with a happy sigh.
"…Are you dating her?" Ashley asked this slowly and cautiously as if what they were talking about was a disease.
But to the two playgirls, dating was kind of a disease; it made them shudder and feel all queasy. They didn't understand couples who held hands and giggled in each other's ears, they didn't comprehend any of that.
It was almost foreign to them-the concept of being with someone and having their whole bloody world revolve around just that one person.
Dating was a definite no-no for them.
"What? Hell no!" the younger of the two all but yelled, screwing up her face.
"But you've been sleeping with her for like, a year now"
"3 weeks" Alex deadpanned.
"Same difference"
"She's good in bed ok? Like fan-fucking-tastic, alright?"
The brunette held her hands up in defence,
"Point taken."
"Now scram and drink coffee with your blonde crush"
"I'm not crushing on her and I'm going, bitch"
25 minutes, Ashley stepped into Starbucks, her hazel brown eyes scanning for luscious blonde locks which she spotted by the corner. She had deliberately hung back a couple of minutes to make sure she didn't seem desperate for Spencer's company, or anything lame like that. So her lips had curled up into a grin as she ordered her coffee and then made her way over to Spence.
"Hey."
"Hi Ashley"
The detective found her eyes glued to the woman's fingers that were cupping the coffee in her hands and wondered just how they would feel in her-No, she wasn't going to do this. No dirty thoughts, no sex fantasies, no triple x images in her head, no anything.
She swallowed and sat across from her friend, crossing her legs as soon as she did.
Oh god, that skirt and her legs…Jesus Christ.
She tried to look somewhere else and ended up noticing other things.
Like Spencer's smooth delicate neck, some stray strands of blonde hair framing her face, those piercing blue eyes.
Ashley Davies was a second away from jumping the attractive woman, but before she lost control, she excused herself outside for a smoke.
She immediately lit a cancer stick and reached for her phone, pressing one on speed dial.
It wasn't until the third time she called that her best friend picked up.
"Alex!" she called urgently,
"I was getting lucky!" Alex whined.
"I don't care, just stop me from getting arrested and going to jail"
"…Ash, what are you talking about?"
"I'm about to rape Spencer Carlin inside Starbucks so talk to me"
"Oh Ash-"
"Don't 'oh Ash' me, just talk!"
"Right, so did you know that sweat is actually just a weaker version of urine and that…"
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