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Chapter 14

Over the next month Ashley spent every waking moment with Spencer, taking her to places she'd always wanted to go, talking all night, Ashley wanting to know everything about Spencer, her first memory, her favorite book, what she loved most.

Sometimes she'd stay awake all night just watching her sleep, wanting to etch every detail of her into her memory, not wanting to tear her eyes away from her, afraid that it might be the last time she'd see it. She'd always be tired in the morning, shrugging off Spencer's worried questions and dragging her out to their favorite spot, tickling her mercilessly for no other reason than to hear her laugh.

Spencer's mom knew about them, and although it was hard at first for her to accept, she'd come to appreciate Ashley's company, finding it hard herself to cope with the idea of losing her daughter. Glen came over a lot too, and they'd all get together and lounge around outside, cracking jokes, and listening to Anabelle talk about meaningless things. And it was at these times that Ashley knew Spencer was most happy.

Ashley's POV

I watch her from the doorway, my eyes squinting through the sun I can see Spencer dancing in the garden. She looks beautiful with the sun shining on her skin, laughing with her head thrown back. My heart breaks. Damn it, the tears are falling down my face again. I'm so sick of crying. It's all I do, when Spencer's asleep, in the shower where she can't hear me. I have to go back inside, I can't bear to look at her so happy when I know I won't be able to see her like this forever.

I walk back inside, only to come face to face with Anabelle. We exchange looks, and somehow I just instinctively know what she's feeling...because I'm feeling the same way. She pulls me in for a hug and I just let it all go, sobbing onto her shoulder and holding her tight.

"Spencer?" I called out tentatively as I stepped into her room.

"Yes."

I shut the door behind me and step forward. Spencer is laying on the bed, fully clothed, and on top of the covers. Her back to me facing the window. "We need to talk."

"What's there to say." She muttered.

I perch myself on the edge of the bed behind her and place a hand on her arm.

"Whatever needs saying, Spencer. Whatever you're sad or angry about. You won't heal until you do."

"Fine. I am angry. I'm angry at myself for falling in love with you. I'm angry at the fact that I couldn't push you away when I needed to, that I'm making you go through all of this. And I'm sad that I'm not going to get the chance to grow old with you."

Tears sprang to my eyes and I tugged them down, placing my hand on Spencer's face and forcing her to turn my way.

"Spencer, you're forgetting one thing."

"What's that?"

"I love you." I couldn't stop the tears from falling now. "And I'm happy for any time spent with you, no matter how short it is, because I wouldn't be living if I had never met you. My life would mean nothing without you."

A convulsive shudder went through me as she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug, as if to reassure me silently that I wasn't alone. And it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to brush my lips against her hair a few times, my hands moving in small, idle patterns on her back.

And then she took my hand and placed it on her breast.

She flattened herself against me and kissed me then, her lips soft and undemanding but somehow persuasive at the same time. Persuasive...and... seductive. The feel of her pressed against me and her lips against my own was driving me crazy. And suddenly I'm on top of her, feeling every contour of her body.

"Ashley...make love to me."

My heart stops altogether. And then starts back up, beating faster than it's ever beaten before.

"Are you... are you sure about this?"

She didn't answer my question in so many words, but what she did say made sure that I knew her answer. "I want you, Ashley."

I'd never thought that my body could react to words alone, but it did, god did it react.

She had kissed her before, countless times now, and touched her as well...but there was something different in this kiss now. She kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, both of them naked; her lips never leaving Spencer's, even as she pushed her backwards onto the pillow, her body moving slightly so that she was half-lying beside her and half-lying on top of her.

She finally lifted her lips from hers to stare down at her, her breath coming fast and hearing her quickened breathing as well. It was too dark to see her, just a somewhat darker shadow where she knew she was. She wished for a moment that she could see her but after all, it didn't matter that much. It was true that not being able to see somehow intensified all the other senses.

She lowered her lips to her again, but didn't kiss her, at least not on the lips, she traced a path down the line of her chin and her throat, pausing at the hollow of her throat to dart her tongue out and taste her skin. She knew her taste now, a hint of vanilla.

She gasped, arching her neck as her neck fell back to allow Ashley greater access, her hands moving in restless motions all over Ashley's body. Ashley was leaving a slightly damp trail of kisses down the valley between Spencer's breasts and further down her stomach, Spencer running her fingers through Ashley's hair as she went down.

"Ashley..." She gasped.

Ashley paused in her exploration of her body, rearing up on her hands to gaze up her body to where she knew her face was. She couldn't see her, but she knew what she would look like, could picture it, her eyes dark and dilated with lust, her face flushed, her lips swollen and slightly parted. "God...you're so beautiful." She found herself breathing.

Spencer let out a small, incredulous laugh. "You can't see me...can you?"

Ashley smiled.

"No but I don't need to see you to know it. I can feel it and I just know..."

Spencer sighed softly, just a breath of air slipping out from between her lips and her hands moved to Ashley's shoulders and up to tangle in her hair, gently tugging to bring her back up. She ignored the invitation for a moment and instead lowered her lips back to her skin, kissing her stomach, breathing in the scent of her.

She let out a sound halfway between a gasp and a moan, her hips bucking, and Ashley made her way back up her body, her lips and hands rediscovering all the territory she'd already learned.

She knew the sound she made, the little gasp, as she entered her, the feeling of her surrounding her fingers. Spencer's nails dug into her skin, her hands clutching her, her legs around Ashley's hips urging her on deeper into her.

"Ashley..."

Just one word, just her name, but she made it more than that. She made it beautiful.