I'm just a horrible person...hopefully there are still some readers out there that still care about this story. All I can say for myself is that college keeps me busy. Sorry...here's hoping this helps with the forgiveness process.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to Tommy Lynch. It gets a little M rated...

Enjoy!

Come Together

It takes me a second to realize what's going on. My mind slowly catches up with the rest of my body as it dawns on me, as I react to the kiss Spencer initiated, as I register my back being pressed to the door frame and slender hands moving up my sides, as I feel needy kisses being planted along my neck and a hand making its way to the buttons of my jeans. And once the realization dawns on me, I get lost. I lose myself in the feel of our bodies being pressed together, in the lack of hesitation in her actions. I lose myself in absolutely everything that is Spencer.

She manages to slide her hand past the waistband of my jeans before I stop her. She pulls back from the kiss I stopped returning and looks at me. I take her hands in mine and move them away from my body.

"We're not doing this, Spencer."

She pulls her hands from mine. "Doing what?"

"This," I say gesturing between us. "This…little game. You win okay? I'm done."

She stares at me, a look of sadness on her face. "You're done?"

I take a deep breath. "Yeah, I am." It comes out a little more broken than I had intended.

She scoffs lightly. "So much for never giving up," she says before turning and walking out the door, not even attempting to shield herself from the onslaught of rain. I watch her for just a second before an anger I hadn't known was there boils over and explodes, sending me to chase after her.

I catch up to her before she has the chance to get too far from the house and spin her around to face me. "Don't, okay? You don't get to do that, you don't get to make me feel like shit right now. I've tried okay? All I've done this past month is try…and all you've done is-"

"Push you away." It comes out soft, barely even above a whisper.

And just like that, all the anger I had been feeling completely disappears. "Yeah."

She looks away from me, her eyes focusing on her car parked in the distance. I can still see the look of sadness on her face and I know it mirrors the one on mine. I notice that her lip is trembling and my mind seems to finally register that we're both standing out in the rain, getting soaked to the bone. "You know, I get…" I take in a deep breath, my body trembling as I do, another reminder that we're standing amidst the rain. "I get that this is hard for you and I know that I haven't made it any easier, but I'm not gonna keep playing this game with you Spence. You can't kiss me now and decide later that Stacey is what you want."

She looks at me, not saying or doing anything. I'm breathing a little heavier than I was and I can feel the weight of my wet clothes pulling me down. She's looking in my direction but not at me. I stand there staring at her, hoping that she'll say something, but she doesn't. It's like we're frozen in our own little world, everything seems to slow and quiet down as the seconds tick by us. More and more, I'm becoming aware of the ever present rain pelting down on us. It's silent, despite the chaos, it's still so silent. I release a sigh, it comes out defeated. I turn in the direction of the house and begin moving towards it, leaving Spencer behind me.

"She isn't." The words are quiet when they leave her lips but they stop me in my tracks and turn me to face her. She breathes out slowly and meets my gaze. "You were right…she isn't what I want, she never was." My heart rate picks up as she stares me head on, her gaze is intense.

"But." I lower my eyes just slightly as I wait for it. "I know one's coming."

She doesn't say anything, instead she takes a few steps toward me, eliminating the space between us and suddenly, the goose bumps on my skin have nothing to do with the weather we're standing in. "I want you." I smile as she moves closer.

She kisses me, standing out in the rain, the door to the beach house wide open. The kiss isn't rushed, it's not as needy as the one we shared earlier. It's tantalizingly slow. She brings her hand to the base of my neck, deepening our kiss, her other hand grabbing hold of my hip and pulling so much closer to her, our wet clothes brushing together as we completely forget everything but one another. I hear her moan as my hand moves up her back, over her skin, pulling her even closer. I pull away as oxygen quickly becomes an issue, when I do, Spencer assaults my neck.

I attempt to get myself under some semblance of control to speak. "I thought you needed to feel safe." The words escape between small pants as a result of the attention Spencer's paying to my neck.

She pulls away from my neck, but our bodies are still pressed together as the rain continues to beat down. "I need you more." And we're kissing again. She brings a hand up to the back of my neck, kissing me deeper.

I walk her back towards the house and we finally get out of the rain. Once we're inside, I press her against the wood door, it's a little rougher than I had intended but she doesn't complain, instead, she releases a moan. I trail open mouthed kisses from her jaw to her throat, her breaths are coming in deep and fast. Her hands are all over me. I run my hands up her sides, pulling her shirt up and over her head as I do. Her skin is cold and just the slightest bit wet from the rain outside, but she still feels soft and smooth under my fingertips. She pushes us off the door and inside the house, kicking the door shut behind us.

We burst through the bedroom door, the doorknob connecting with the wall roughly. We stop at the doorway momentarily distracted when she lightly nips at my ear causing my knees to go week. She takes charge then, walking me back towards the bed. My back hits the bed as she lightly pushes me down. I close my eyes, loving the sensation of having her hover over my body, she is so close to my body but we're not touching, not yet. I feel her moving down my body. She stops to pull up my shirt and presses wet kisses to my stomach, before pulling the garment over my head and moving around to unclasp my bra. She moves down my body again, this time, relieving me of the rest of my clothing. She moves up and initiates a deep kiss, her hands moving to my hips, pulling me closer. I moan, not being able to hold it back any longer and flip her over.

I look down at her, her eyes blazing into mine. She's topless, her bra having been discarded at some point during our journey to the bedroom. I lean down and trail hot kisses from her collar bone to the top of her breast, doing that on one side then repeating the action on the other side. I kiss my way down to her waist, moving across her ribs, licking and biting the skin beneath my lips. I repeat that on the other side before I move my way back up to her neck and then kissing her deep and slow. Her breathing is so much heavier. She begins moaning as I start kissing and biting her neck again. Then, shifting my weight from my hands to my knees, I undo the button of her jeans and, with her help, pull them off of her body. She spreads her legs as I find myself nestled between them. I begin to move with her meeting each and every thrust of my hips against hers.

I slowly run my hand from the base of her neck down to her chest , across her nipple, over her stomach, and onto her thigh before moving back up, repeating the process a few times, her body arching into my touch. I move my hand to the inside of her thigh, she's moving her hips attempting to make contact with the slow movements of my hand. I move to the waistband of her underwear, relieving her of the garment. We lie there for just a moment, just looking at one another, with her chest pressed flush against mine.

Her voice is low and husky as she whispers into my ear. "Please, Ash…" She kisses me again, this time softly. I have to hold back a moan of my own.

We enter each other at the same time, finding the perfect rhythm almost instantly. She feels amazing, as my fingers begin moving inside her. I lose myself as her fingers move inside me, my breaths coming out ragged. We're moving slow and deep, fast and rough, gentle and sweet. I can feel her getting tighter now, her moans becoming more frequent and her breathing uneven and ragged. I kiss her deeply as we swallow each other's moans.

I can feel it building inside me, we're working harder, faster. She's getting louder, we both are. She comes first, me not far behind. Our screams echoing off the walls.