Chapter 15- "Sexy Results" Death From Above 1979
"Screw the universe! I can do this…I CAN do this… FUCK! …I CAN'T do this…God damn it! Get it together Davies! … She wants you right? …right? …There must've been a reason why I thought she did…I mean GOD she's so FUCKING sexy … Fuck, what am I doing? … Look at her… Oh! …She totally wants me… YEAH, SHE WANTS ME…''
With a racing mind and even faster heartbeat, Ashley confidently began to strut the short distance between her and Spencer. Understanding the covetous glare coming from the bar, her fickle mind was temporarily made up.
Determined, convinced, really drunk and completely enthralled she knew exactly what to do: SEDUCE. Tossing out her inhibitions, she walked right up to the blonde and gracefully pressed her body against hers. Looking right into her glossy blue eyes and feeling Spencer's body stiffen under her contact, she smiled before she raised her arm and lowered her almond gaze to ruby red lips. Spencer subconsciously bit her bottom lip as Ashley's stare lingered on them. Ashley's fingers softly grazed Spencer's neck as she reached over behind her. With the alcohol and her hormones working over time, the fair-haired prey couldn't help but let out a small gasp at the light stroke. An even bigger smile played on the brunette's face before looking past her lips and on to the tequila shot that was now dangling between her thumb and index finger centimeters from Spencer's nape. The tiny blonde sensors on her exposed neck were standing on end, becoming goose bumps as Ashley let the cool shoot glass leisurely brush over the skin. The brown-eyed vixen savored the moment as the tipsy blonde licked her lips and closed her eyes in response to the contact. Before Spencer opened her eyes again and before Ashley lost control of her composure, she downed the shot and slammed the glass on the bar, stirring the longing blonde from her erotic trance.
Spencer opened her disappointed eyes only to be met by Ashley's coy smirk. Letting Jack Daniels and Jose Cuervo take command and influence her every move, Ashley took hold of her gorgeous friend's hand and entwined their fingers together. Spencer, who was weakly leaning on the counter, was still surprisingly delighted with the bold touching coming from the curly haired goddess. Not missing a beat, Ashley leaned in to the blonde's soft lobe and softly whispered, "Wanna dance?" Unable to form words or make any coherent sounds, the blonde just nodded. Taking the bob as her cue, the assured brunette gently pulled the blonde away from her post and led her to the dance floor where Garbage's "#1 Crush" was just starting up. This pleased Ashley quite a lot, feeling as if everything was perfectly falling into place. It was the right song, the right place and definitely the RIGHT girl.
Brown led blue all the way to the other end of the dance floor, feeling her heart flutter as the blonde closed the distance between them, strengthening her grip with every step. All heads were turning in their direction now, as the two beauties paraded their extraordinary splendor through the dance floor. Bystanders were salivating at the magnificent couple before them. When they reached the furthest wall, Ashley; compelled by the beat of the song and the confidence of the tequila, seductively slammed Spencer up against it. People stopped and watched the incredible scene before them. It was hot and most of them had never experienced something that wonderful in person. Captivated by their own passion, neither of them noticed the crowd subtly forming around them. Spencer was frozen still from shock and satisfaction. Although unable to contribute to the dance portion of the seduction, her half lidded eyes urged Ashley to continue. Ashley didn't mind. She liked being in control, particularly drunk and in control. Especially with the beat of the song guiding her every move. Ashley gradually slid her fingertips over Spencer's exposed neckline down to her shoulders and along her arms, lingering on her forearm making the blonde shiver beneath her touch. She lowered her fingertips until they were once again entwined with her favorite person. Holding her hand, she pressed her tiny frame against the blonde's body. Fitting into each other perfectly as if broken in half and only now becoming whole. The blonde gasped quietly at the proximity of her crush. She tried not to pass out from the lack of blood her heart was too busy to pump, when the brunette lightly grazed her lips on her neck.
Ashley's heart started beating like she'd just ran a marathon, knowing that this was her chance to finally cement her dreams into reality. Wishing that she'd been a little more lucid for this moment, although realizing that it would've never happened otherwise. The sexy temptress took a small hesitant step back from the striking blonde's silky neck. She raised her free hand and cupped Spencer's soft cheek. Without realizing it her thumb was gently stroking her bottom lip. Feeling it as if for the first time, savoring its soft contours. She knew she wanted her lips to be on them. They had to be. They belonged there. Before Ashley could make her move though, Spencer unexpectedly took her hand in her own and placed the thumb over her lips before pressing a sweet kiss on to it. Ashley tore her eyes from Spencer's lips and met her gaze. This was it. Spencer was encouraging her, pushing her, taunting her to kiss her. Allowing her to fulfill most of her teenage fantasies, to do what she'd been dreaming about for what seemed like forever, to make everything just perfect. It was going to FINALLY happen. Spencer, now unfrozen and impatient, pulled the hand that she was holding and wrapped it around her own back, making Ashley press up against her with their lips merely a breath apart. Spencer instinctively licked her lips and Ashley started inching forward feeling the breath of the beautiful blonde hitch even before contact.
Suddenly as if on cue the music stopped. Shirley Manson's lusty lyrics coming to an abrupt halt as a collective "Awww!" came from the disappointed crowd. Only to be overshadowed by a collective "NO!" coming from the smaller throng encircling the two now very aware girls.
"Will the owner of a white Land Rover with the license plate P-R-4-L-I-F-E please come to the front. I repeat will the owner of a White Land Rover with the license plate P-R-4-L-I-F-E please come to the DJ booth… your lights are on" The voice declared through the speakers, reminding everyone that they were still in California, still at a party and still in public. "Alright kids enough business, let's keep this party going!" With that, the DJ scratched in one of Britney's latest hits and the moment was over. Spencer and Ashley's perfect moment lost forever in the world of the unconscious, never to be lived again.
Ashley now in full possession of her hand and a significantly larger distance away from Spencer was at a loss for words. Yet finding the right words to curse the universe for taking their perfect night away. Spencer; catatonic, the way she'd been the entire week leading up to their amazing moment was unable to fully comprehend what DIDN'T just happen.
"Spencer. There you are… What happened to Sam?"
"…Sammy had to go home." Ashley interjected remembering that she was still annoyed with Madison.
"Well what are you bitches doing all the way over here … No one's going to see you way the hell back here!" Madison was pretty inebriated at this point. "You've gotta be in the front where all the boys can see you"
"That's kind of what we're trying to avoid"
"Oh my fucking god! That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen! You girls will be starring in my dreams for the rest of my life!" A random guy approached the three pretty ladies, praising Spencer and Ashley for the spectacular show they'd just put on.
"Ugh! See?" Ashley pointed out as all three girls walked away from the scene of the transgression.
"I want to go home." Spencer whispered into Ashley's ear as they walked behind a wobbly Madison.
"Oh ok" Ashley suddenly tense by the first words spoken in a long while. "Uhm, I'll call a cab"
After saying their goodbyes to all of the people they didn't even realized had been there the whole night, the girls walked out to the curb to meet their cab. Luckily, it wasn't Tim from Ohio. Ashley could do without any more interruptions for the rest of the night. Make that the rest of her life. They crawled in to the cab, forgetting how difficult it was to get into a cab while drunk and in tight clothes. They remained speechless for most of the ride home. Mostly not knowing what to say. Ashley replaying the scene over and over again in her head trying to figure out which part was real and which part was a fictitious exaggeration of her mind. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat trying to soothe the yearning between her legs. Spencer on the other hand was trying to figure out what to say, wishing it were as easy to profess her love to the brunette as it was for her to just love her. Spencer was dreading the conversation she'd have to have with Ashley. Wanting, wishing she was braver.
"so… uhm… you want me to tell him to drop you off at your dorm or something?" Ashley muttered hopelessly.
"No… I thought I was sleeping over…" Spencer was easily confused in her state of inebriation.
"Oh! Ok… no yeah, yeah!" Ashley was unable to conceal her excitement.
"What?" Spencer pouted.
"Nothing…" The tone in her voice now finding a pitch much too high from her usually raspy one, finding that pout quite irresistible.
"You're acting weird…" Spencer poked Ashley, unaware of what that was actually doing to her.
"No I'm not… I'm just… whatever" Ashley was trying to keep her cool but she couldn't think of anything cool to say. Her brain was mush, her legs were limp and her heart was still back on that dance floor.
"What are you thinking?" Spencer interrupted Ashley's inner monologue. Sally was right. Spencer was such a chick.
"Honestly?" Spencer rolled her eyes, as if she would want her to hear a lie "…Sex" Ashley's brain was definitely mush; unable to filter the words from her mind to her mouth.
"God you're just like a guy…"
"Well you asked what I was thinking about…and I'm drunk… and totally turned on… so"
"hmmm"
"What?"
"Nothing."
A smiled cracked over Spencer's features. It was her turn to be in control, as Spencer realized something. Ashley WAS like a guy. Sally was right. They didn't need to have a lengthy conversation about feelings and emotions. She could just "take off her clothes and it would be all good." Suddenly feeling the anticipation of the coming evening Spencer took the clip out of her hair and set it loose. She was literally letting her hair down. This didn't go unnoticed by the brunette sitting next to her. The scent of Spencer's shampoo was doing things to her that she wished shampoo couldn't do to her. Spencer was letting her inebriated logic influence all of her decisions. She was going to let her hair loose. She was going to give into temptation. She was going to take off her clothes and it was going to be GOOD.
A/N: I know, I know. Terrible! Bad amateur writer. Just tie me up and feed me to the girls (please?). Honestly though, this chapter is actually bearable if you are listening to #1 Crush (at least that's what I tell myself), since it's like the hottest song ever. I mean even if you're washing dishes it's still hot, sometimes it makes you want to make love to the silverware but I seriously don't recommend it.
