A/N: Thanks for all the love and hate (the good kind)! I'm glad I make you guys just as frustrated as Ashley. In my defense, I didn't force feed Spencer those shots, that was all her. Anyway hope you guys like this chapter.... or hate it ;)
Chapter 17- "Common Reaction" Uh Huh Her
"No! Ashley... Don't leave! ..."-tears were creeping their way out of the their respective ducts- "…God I'm such a stubborn fool..."
Ashley was sitting on the sun deck by the pool on the roof of her building, wiping the tears from her eyes, cradling her laptop between her legs. She'd been sitting out there ever since the sun was high enough to warm the deck. That was quite impressive considering Ashley was not one to rise with the sun. Usually, she was going to bed at this time, but the previous night's events made it impossible for her to lie still. She was sleeplessly giddy.
Not wanting to wake the sleeping beauty on her bedside, she decided she'd slip on her tiniest string bikini and take a dip in the cold water. She was hoping the temperature of the pool would extinguish the fire between her legs. But there wasn't enough water in the world that could put out THAT blaze. Ashley couldn't help that she was like a teenage boy and the previous night's events left her painfully frustrated. Agonizingly bothered. Just the thought of it got her worked up all over again. It was by far one of the sexiest nights she'd ever experienced and she had experienced her fair share. Yet she'd never seen anyone look that beautiful while exuding so much lust before. Ever. In fact, it made someone as cool as THE Ashley Davies feel like an un-cool inexperienced pre-pubescent teen. Again. Truth was; all the experience with all the girls in the world couldn't have prepared her for THAT. It was like the Super Bowl, the Olympics, the Coachella 2006 of ALL nights.
The thought alone of the blonde's bare legs, arms, back, thighs, pelvis and even her knees were driving the qualified brunette insane. Ashley thought Spencer even had the sexiest bellybutton she'd seen in her life (a perfectly circular innie nested between the soft muscles of her abs.) Of course Ashley might have been a little biased, because even the thought of her bellybutton did things to her that freezing pool water couldn't remedy. She couldn't even bring herself to think about the ACTUAL touching and kissing parts of the evening because then she'd lose it. Again.
There wasn't much she could do either. Although, she did contemplate waking up the blonde, she decided it was best if she let her sleep. She'd been cranky these past weeks and that was the last thing she'd want to provoke. Her loins would just have to deal with it …or kill her. Painfully. Slowly.
Instead, Ashley thought it would be fun to explore this Spashley website everyone seemed to be talking about, while she caught some rays in her tiny suit (Ashley really hated visible tan lines.) She thought maybe she'd sweat the pain away or at least get some serious vitamin D. It was noon now and she had been sitting out reading Spashley fanfic so long, her skin was starting to get crispy.
"What!? That's it? No more updates! …Ahh! But I want to know what happens!" Ashley was yelling at her laptop, frustrated that the 4th story in a row that she'd gotten into was once again incomplete. "Damn you Urbankazoos! You've teased me with your lyrical tongue!" She'd been outside a while and the sun was obviously starting to affect her brain.
"Lyrical tongue? …Are you downloading porn again?"
Ashley was surprised by Spencer's sudden entrance. Actually it wasn't really sudden, the barely dressed brunette was just so captivated by the racy story that she'd missed the blonde's sluggish hung-over stride out to the patio. Plus she was really quite impressed by fictional Ashley's love making skills. Although she started to worry about her own, fearing that she wouldn't be able to live up to the impossible hype, especially after the previous night's 'shortcomings'.
That had never happened before. EVER! Ashley's ego was way bruised, yet somehow the rest of her was still totally turned on. It was her gift.
The tanned hottie shut the laptop and threw it on the lounge chair next to her. She didn't want Spencer to catch her reading about their fictitious colorful 'sex-capades', it was too much pressure and knowing the finicky blonde she'd probably freak out. Plus she definitely didn't want Spencer to read about impossible pleasure inducing techniques, sure she could try, but it was too much of a burden for the brunette to live up to.
"Hey sleepy hea...." Ashley had barely composed herself when she saw the stunning blonde in an equally tiny bathing suit glide across the deck looking like a dazzling golden goddess. It seemed like at that precise moment the world stopped turning ,time stopped running and Ashley stopped breathing. It was quite the amazing bathing suit. And apparently Spencer hated tan lines too. The suit was so little she could even see the small heart shaped tattoo right below her pelvic bone. Ashley really loved that tattoo. It was Spencer's one and only act of rebelliousness, which the brunette was proudly a part of (and pleased every time when she got to see it.)
Spencer shot Ashley a smug grin. Spencer's heart (the one that actually served a purpose other than exciting the excitable brown eyed girl) was beating quite fast too. She always thought extra crispy Ashley was pretty hot in her bikinis. Yet she knew this couldn't be good for her hangover.
"How's the…uhm heart. Legs!... I mean hangover?" Ashley was more affected by the tattoo than she anticipated.
Spencer mumbled something incoherent.
"That good huh?" Ashley, trying to mentally compose herself, started thinking about anything but the appealing blonde before her. "Well uhm… you should take a dip in the pool and then drink this" Ashley, finally regaining her composure, handed her an unappealing looking shake.
Spencer shook her head at both suggestions. "No thanks I like my headache just fine.... I don't need to add a belly ache to it..."
"Spence, I think I've been doing this longer than you have. I'm the queen of hangovers, TRUST ME when I tell you this stuff works..." Spencer begrudgingly took the green shake from Ashley's grasp, acknowledging the girl's expertise in the subject of hangovers.
"Yuck! This is sooo disgusting. What's in this?" Spencer gave Ashley a displeased look.
"Just drink it... It's my very own personal recipe but I won't tell you what's in it because then you won't need me to cure your hangovers..."
"That's fine, I don't think I'm going to be doing much drinking any time soon…"
This was going to be tricky. Spencer wasn't playing along. The brunette was feeling self-conscious about the previous evenings events, particularly the end part, but she refused to dismiss it. The girls had made so much progress, despite the minor set back and Ashley was willing to be mature enough to propel their relationship forward. Especially if there was more naked Spencer involved, EVEN if only for that reason (yeah real mature.) Although she would settle for the barely-there bathing suit Spencer was sporting, especially now, since she was unknowingly turning Ashley on as she lathered herself up with sunscreen. Maybe Ashley should consider jumping in the pool again.
"You uhh... want me to do your back?" Ashley choked and Spencer hesitated for a second, not sure how to respond to the slightly flirtatious offer. "…Hey… I don't bite" Ashley added coyly.
Spencer gave in and sat on the same lounge chair in front of the tanned brunette.
"Oh shit." Ashley gasped as she brushed the golden hair off her neck. Technically she didn't lie. The bruised skin on Spencer's nape was a result of sucking and definitely not biting. She hoped.
"What?" Spencer asked concerned.
"Nothing..." She covered, hiding the grin plastered on her face.
The girls sat in silence for what seemed like forever, each in their respective chairs. Ashley's festering brain began to panic. The silence eerily resembled the one right before the "Big Bad Spashley Blow Out of '09" (she'd recently named it that, inspired by the creativity of her new favorite website.)
Mustering up all of her strength and Davies charm she had left, Ashley broke the scary silence.
"So are we going to talk about what happened last night?"
When Spencer woke up that morning (although it was a little past noon); the birds were chirping, the sun was weakly creeping through the thick curtains and she was completely alone.
"Ugh. It was only a dream… Wait where am I? …And why am I topless? Oh geez what happened last night?! Think Spencer, think…It was just a dream right?" -Spencer started getting up- "Oh wow, ok too fast. Lay back down instead. Maybe if I close my eyes the room will stop spinning. Oh my god! … Ashley... Did I…? Did we…? Wait where is she? Maybe she's taking a shower? …" Spencer felt the side of the bed reserved for the brunette and it was cold, obviously vacated for some time. "…Or maybe not. Oh my god! What did I do? What did I do!" -The blonde squeezed her head with both hands trying to get a grip of her thoughts and maybe to stop the room from spinning- "Ok. Think Spencer, think. I remember… dancing." -A smile crept into Spencer's lip- "Ok that was good. No harm there... but then drinks. Lots of drinks... Ugh never again, wait how did we get here? … Oh cab. Right... OH NO! 'Take off my clothes and it will be all good?' What the hell me! God I'm such a spaz! But she kissed me... Oh god she kissed me and it was ... WOW... Oh.... And then naked Ashley. Wow. Jesus Christ she's beautiful. And sexy. And such a good kisser... And so sweet. And sexy. And topless. Oh my god! What is wrong with me? Why can't I stop thinking of Ashley … Naked! And sex. Lots of sex…with gorgeous naked Ashley. Oh that would be good. Oh my god! What is wrong with me? Since when do I think about sex? Ugh. Stop it stop it stop it! Wait did we even...? What happened? God I just threw myself at her... and now... now she's gone... FUCK!"
Spencer rolled over the bed to turn on the bedside lamp. She was confused, hung-over a totally aroused. She had no idea what to do, so she did the stupidest thing she could possibly think of. She picked up the phone from the bedside table and dialed.
"Someone didn't come home last night!" Sally sang when she picked up the phone.
"I know. I had a little TOO much to drink." Spencer admitted feebly.
"That's perfect!"
"No it's not… I can't think straight when I drink…"
"No shit, that's the point. So how was it?... Did you 'strap-on' and ride the flaming gay train to Homoville?"
"Shut up..."
"Congratulations you're finally homo legit! So was she as amazing as they say she is?" Sally gushed.
"What? …"
"Wait...Does she look good naked? ...I mean it's really fucking hard to actually look good naked... ugh... wait never mind... I really don't want to know that the hot rich girl with the incredible wardrobe looks perfect naked too, unless you're going to tell me she has cellulite… oh please tell me she has cellulite."
"What?! No!…"
"Fucking BITCH! I knew it!..." Sally was reasonably jealous.
"Sally! I don't know what to do…" Spencer finally confessed.
"What happened?" Sally finally switching to concerned mode.
"It's your fault you told me to take off my clothes and it would be all good."
"Spencer, you little bitch! I gotta tell you… I didn't think you had it in you... I'm so proud!"
"Well don't be…"
"What? Why? What happened?"
"It was a disaster!"
"Why? ...Did it taste funny? I heard it tastes funny…"
"Ugh! Sally!"
"What? That's what I heard!"
"I can't believe I called you for advice..."
"You better believe it sister... So what happened?"
"Nothing... I don't want talk about it..."
"Well I'm glad you fucking called me..."
"Sorry... I'm gonna go..."
"Wait Spencer... Look, everything is going to be ok...At least we both know she loves you"
"I guess"
"... and apparently she's a beast in the sack"
"Sally! Why can't you just...Ugh! We didn't have sex!"
"Of course not… Only you would fuck that up... So now what?"
"Now? ...Now I go talk to Ashley. "
"God you're such a chick... Fine do it your way, but don't screw it up this time."
"Goodbye"
"Good Luck…" Spencer hung up.
"Geez that was the stupidest thing I've ever done… well second stupidest."
Spencer rolled over to face Ashley's side of the bed and contemplate the first stupidest thing she'd ever done, only to find Mr. Teddy sitting on Ashley's pillow. Spencer grabbed the comforting plush and hugged him closely to her feeble heart. "What do you think Mr. Teddy? You think she loves me?" She hugged him a little tighter and that's when she heard the note that was pinned to his chest crumple under her embrace.
Hey Little Bear,
I just now remembered why I call you that; you snore like a little hibernating cub when you're passed out. It's cute. I love it. Anyway take a couple of the aspirin sitting on the bedside table and come up to the roof when you're feeling better. Feel free to pick out the smallest bathing suit you can find too. :)
Love,
A.
Spencer smiled at the thoughtful note. Remembering how sweet her bad ass pal could sometimes be. Remembering one of the many reasons she was so in love with the girl. "What a nerd. I think she does love us, huh Mr. T?" Spencer took the aspirin sitting on the table next to her and got up from the bed, slowly. She took a much-needed shower and happily slipped into the tinniest bathing suit she could find, making sure her red inked 'heart' would make an appearance.
"So are we going to talk about what happened last night?"
"What?" Spencer was caught off guard. Her mind replaying her conversation with Sally earlier that day focusing on something she said. "Is she as amazing as THEY say she is?" The many implications of that simple statement confused Spencer's already puzzled mind.
"Last night?" All the events leading up to the night before flashing before her blue eyes as if this was the end.
"…Nothing happened last night" and maybe it was.
