It's Friday night and I'm buttoning up my black shirt when there's a soft knock on the door.
"Come in," I say.
Spencer walks in and smiles at me. "Hey, just letting you know I'm ready to go. I'll, uh, I'll wait in the hall."
"No, no," I say. "You can stay in here."
She smiles again and walks over to the bed to sit down. She picks up my book from the nightstand, Chuck Palahniuk's Survivor, and says, "oh, I love this book."
"It's my favorite," I say as I finish with the last button. I tuck the shirt into my skinny jeans as I walk over to the bed to grab my shoulder holster. "I really like the way he writes."
"It's amazing, isn't it?" She says with bright eyes. "God, I think I've read this book at least six times."
Have I told you lately how perfect this girl is?
I smile widely at her and she says, "I really like it when your nose crinkles when you smile."
Shit, I didn't realize I gave her one of those smiles.
"Not many people can make me smile like that..."
Damn, I meant to say that in my head.
"Well, I feel honored then," she replies.
"Good," I say as I put my thick black belt through the loops on my jeans. I wonder what Aiden is wearing because we have a bad habit of meeting up and being dressed nearly the same. If he's is even wearing anything remotely close to what I am, I'll ki--God damnit.
The big lummox walks into my room wearing a black button up with dark jeans. He looks at me and before he can say anything, I state, "go change. Now."
"You change," he counters.
"No, you change," I reply.
"You go cha--"
"Dennison, go change your fucking clothes," I say, forgetting Spencer was sitting on the bed.
"Fine," he mumbles before exiting my room.
Spencer has an amused look on her face. "Sorry, we tend to match...often."
"Oh," she says. "So, are you two, um, dating or anything?"
HA.
"Ah, no. I don't exactly play for that team," I state with a wink.
She blushes and looks away and I feel my heart skip a beat.
Aiden enters the room wearing a grey button up with a black jacket like mine. "Better?"
"Much," I say with a smirk.
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We went over our strategy before leaving for Spencer's house. I'm behind Dennison and Vanichkul in their assigned black Suburban and I'm being followed by an similarly unmarked Grand Prix containing two other members of our unit, Garcia and Parker.
Thank God I get to drive the Cayenne. I mean, yeah, I had to have a radio installed in the dash and had to put a special rack in the back to hold my Remington 870 shotgun and MP5 submachine gun, but I get to drive my baby. Driving this amazing vehicle with this amazing girl next to me makes me realize how much I love being undercover.
I turn into Spencer's driveway while Dennison and Garcia park their respective vehicles. I open Spencer's door for her and I'm once again thanked with a kiss on my cheek.
She has the softest lips and I fight the urge to inhale her perfume.
Garcia and Parker head to the back yard to hold their positions. Vanichkul stays in the Suburban while Dennison and I follow Spencer inside. We all walk into the kitchen where Chelsea and Madison are making what looks like jungle juice. I fuckin' love that shit.
Too bad I can't drink on the job.
"Hey," Spencer's roommates both say when they see us. Both Chelsea and Madison's eyes stop on Aiden and I feel like vomiting. Just...ew.
They all start talking and Spencer gently grabs my arm and leads me away from the kitchen. We walk up the stairs and I follow her into a room to the left. As soon as I step inside I'm hit with Spencer's unique scent and I can't help but deeply inhale. The walls are white with different sized black horizontal stripes and I notice that most of the room is grey, black and white.
"This is my room," she says nonchalantly.
"I like the colors," I say as I sit on her bed. Out of instinct, I scan the room so I'm more aware of my surroundings. I take off my jacket and say, "I love black and white together."
"As do I," Spencer says with her adorable head tilt. She walks over to the closet and swings the doors open. She grabs a grey tank top from the shelf and a light, black jacket. She whips the shirt she's currently wearing over her head and I look away immediately. Well not, immediately immediately, but close. Kind of. I may have had time to see a black lace bra and some skin.
She giggles and out of the corner of my eye I see that she's clothed again.
What a tease.
...Am I really complaining, though? Come on, Ashley.
"I bet Chels and Maddie are falling all over Sergeant Dennison right now," she says as she walks over to her dresser and grabs a pink perfume bottle.
"Yeah, most likely," I respond while watching her.
She sprays her pulse points with the perfume and walks over to the bed to sit beside me.
Jesus, where is that perfume bottled, heaven?
"Paris, actually," Spencer says as she leans back on her elbows.
"I didn't realize I said that out loud," I reply. "I've been having trouble with that lately. So are you...into Dennison, too?" I ask, scuffing my white Vans slip-ons against each other.
I look over to her. "I don't exactly play for that team," she says with a wink.
There's a knock on the door and Chelsea sticks her head inside the room.
"Half an hour 'til showtime," she says before leaning back into the hallway and closing the door.
"Kegs must be here," she states. "I suppose I better go set up for beer pong."
Beer pong? Good God, she's perfect.
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While Spencer is in the basement doing whatever she needs to do, Dennison and I stand at the front door while he briefs me.
"Okay, Vanichkul and I will be at the door checking IDs. Garcia and Parker have grounds duty. Christianson and Lacey will be relieving them at one AM. You'll be on Spencer all night."
I chuckle.
"Yeah, yeah," he says. "If an attack occurs, you'll grab Cleveland and exit through the back door in the kitchen unless suggested otherwise."
Cleveland is Spencer's code name.
I nod in understanding and then head downstairs to find Spencer. She's standing at the end of a ping pong table setting up cups inside a boundary made of tape.
"Hey you," she says when she notices my presence.
"Hey," I say as I lean on the table. "In the occurance of an attack, we're leaving through the back kitchen door, okay?"
"Okay," she replies as she fixes the last cup.
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People are everywhere. I'm dying of heat because I can't even unzip my jacket without exposing my weapon and dehydration isn't far behind. I'm watching Spencer dance with some good-looking brunette and I'm not enjoying it. The music has to stay at a certain level so my unit can communicate so at least I'm not going deaf, too.
Chelsea pops up beside me and hands me a cold bottle of water.
"Thank you," I reply, uncapping it and nearly chugging the entire thing.
"That's Amanda," she says, pointing in Spencer's direction. "She's harmless, believe me."
Yeah, well, I don't.
I look over to Spencer and her eyes lock with mine. She's behind Amanda, her hands on the girl's hips. The brunette has her head thrown back and her hand in Spencer's hair.
God damnit, Spencer, quit looking at me.
Spencer then whispers in girl's ear and the brunette simply walks away. Then, Spencer is fighting her way through people and heading in my direction. When she makes her way to me, she leans into my ear, the one without my unit on the receiving end, and asks when I'm going to ask her to dance.
"I'm not sure if I can," is my reply.
"You're undercover, right?" She asks, her hands on my hips. I can tell she's drunk by the cloudy look in her usually crystal blue eyes.
"Yeah, gorgeous, I am."
She's drunk but apparently I'm the one without a filter.
"Then dance with me," she says, leaning in and capturing my earlobe between her teeth.
My stomach does backflips and I have to fight to hold back a moan.
"Okay," I breathe out.
She smiles and grabs my hand to lead me to the mass of gyrating bodies in the living room. When she stops, she turns and loosely wraps her arms around my neck.
This isn't helping the heat situation at all. I place my hands on her hips and we start moving to the pulsating beat of Shake It by Metro Station.
This song is quite fitting.
She's getting closer and closer to me so I finally just pull her into me. My brush my cheek with hers and I can smell her perfume mixed with her natural scent and it makes me dizzy.
Jesus, I'm falling hard. It's safe to say I've never felt like this about any of the girls I've dated.
Spencer pulls away completely and I'm confused until she grabs my hand and lead me away again. We walk upstairs and she practically runs to her bedroom door. After pulling me inside, she closes the door and locks it.
Fuck.
She slowly walks over to me and unzips my jacket.
"You must be really hot right now," she says, trying not to slur her speech.
"That's true," I reply.
She pushes the jacket off of my shoulders and she's so close that I nearly forget how to breathe. She undoes the clasp on my shoulder holster and slides it off too. Then she reaches behind me to hit the mute button on my earpiece receiver so I can still hear my unit but they can't hear me.
How did she know how to do that?
I suddenly don't care because she pushes me down onto the bed and then straddles me.
Yes, gorgeous, you can straddle me anytime.
She's millimeters away from my mouth. "Spence, you're trashed."
"I know," she breathes. "I usually don't drink."
"Okay," I reply.
"Ashley, I really want to kiss you," she says, not moving an inch. I can feel her breath on my lips and it's driving me the greatest kind of crazy.
That's the alcohol talking, I'm sure.
I can't do this. I shouldn't do this.
"Spence, I can't," I say. "I could get in a lot of troub--"
She clearly doesn't let me finish, but I'm definitely not minding since her lips are sliding deliciously across mine. I feel the strongest pull of desire in the pit of my stomach and I'm pretty sure I'm instantly wet.
God, can she kiss.
Her hands untuck my shirt and she runs her fingers across my abs. I slide my hands across her thighs and when I reach her ass, I squeeze. She grinds down into me while sucking my bottom lip into her mouth and tugging at it.
I think I just died.
I flip her over and she allows my tongue access to her own. She moans deeply as I grind into her. I break away and move to her neck. With the tip of my tongue, I trace a path from her collarbone to her ear and when I pull her earlobe into my mouth, she gasps and her back arches.
Mmm, weak spot numero uno.
My mouth finds her pulse point and her hands weave themselves into my hair.
I hear Dennison talking to Garcia about his shift ending and it hits me. I can't be doing this, no matter how good it feels to kiss her, feel her, taste her...
God damnit.
I pull away, breathing heavily, and she gives me a 'wtf' look.
"I'm sorry, Spencer," I say, getting off of the bed and grabbing my holster and jacket. "I can't, someone could walk in and I'd get in a shit ton of trouble of taking advantage of a drunk girl that I'm supposed to protect from people aiming to do what I just did and--"
"Ashley," she slurs, giggling. "It's okay."
She probably won't even remember this in the morning.
"I probably won't remember this in the morning," she says, sitting up. "But I have to say that you are an amazing kisser, just like I imagined."
With that, she pecks me on the lips and opens her bedroom door, motioning for me to follow.
Wait, just like she imagined?
